Wednesday morning was a 2-cigar morning, as I was celebrating Jupiter, Cinco de Mayo, and completing a column on time. Then surfing, I found damn near the finest serial love story. Or something akin to that.
Starts here, then here, then here.
My favorite bit?
“I replied that it could not possibly have been a date because I’d felt comfortable around him and enjoyed myself very much, something that never happened on actual dates.”
I’m still waiting on part four.
Unrelated (from the in box):
> You have a great way with words –
> especially to those of us originally from
> the South ;).
Kind words are always appreciated.
> you cannot go to bass pro and shop for ma wetzel
> …………..absolutely not!!!
Well fine then. Some folks just don’t understand the finer things in life.
