Sunday Morning, Coming Down
Sitting under the carport this afternoon, reading a book and enjoying a decent cigar, I hear the strains of the local ice-cream man. Camptown Races twiddling away in its best music-box style at about 130dB.
Yes, I said ice-cream man. He's out every sunny weekend when the temps are above 70. Have I mentioned the weather down here?
1 Comments:
Now that's nasty! Really uncalled for!
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