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 .
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):[/I>
> 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.
