(Narrated by Morgan Freeman in Shawshank Redemption) I hope to make it to Connecticut. I hope to see my friend Ruthless and shake his hand. I hope his KW and his shirt is as red as its been in my dreams. I hope Dottie's lobster sandwich is as delicious as he says. I hope.....
The talk about bears is a remarkable coincidence. Yesterday morning I couldn't get anything done for about 30 min because my phone was blowing up. One woman across the street sent a text about seeing a bear in her back yard. Then the nosy woman next door texts my wife that a bear chased her around in her yard. Next thing you know I got a stream of texts from 4 women going nuts over a bear sighting. I can't even dial my phone from all the alerts popping up. A few hours the text storm dies down, my wife seems a little put out that I responded to the crisis with humor. My last text was both times I passed by (going out to drop a trailer) I did not see Yogi or Booboo, and there wasn't any empty picnic baskets laying around. I had to let the ladies know that 1. Any bear around here is probably smaller than my dog. 2. It's rooting for garbage to eat, not people. and 3. If Yvonne next door would pick up the bowls of cat food she leaves out in her yard for strays, the bear would go somewhere else. This morning this door hanger was stuck on my mailbox. Glad to see our tax dollars hard at work leaving helpful signs telling us how to keep ourselves safe.
That was what the salesman told me when I was considering one in 2000 or so. Maybe it was rad size or airflow?
I'm still worth it. Just because you realized Bernie aint got a prayer doesn't mean you have to act like that. Eat a Snickers. Shogun