1. Did EXACTLY as Ron B. suggested, re ingress and egress to/from the Butler. Ingress is "rebirth" (Jamo's phrase for headfirst, bent over), followed by the old wrestler's "sit out". Exiting is reverse. Okay. Here goes---I'm down on the rocky beach at San Ysidro [?] (S. Barbara). Was chatting up a LOVELY, willowiy, middle-aged beauty. You old pharts--think Paula Prentiss! (I choke up still). Started with golden retreivers (she had one), then the full moon (the REAL one), just rising from the mountains, then walked back to the BUTTler. Had her howling with mirth (it's the BEST way to get 'tween strange sheets...believe me). Well, t'was looking promising--peut-etre for din-din...BUTT then I had to get into the car with the top up. No Ass-Crack Spackle! Shed the last molecule of yoomin' dignittttttty!
2. Rocketed up an on-ramp in Yarmouth (Mass) RIGHT in front of a dark-blue Crown Vic with BIG a-sways aboard. OOOOOOps. Guy cruised by, gave me a thumbs up, as I slowed to walking speed---p'raps prepping for a quick bail-out....they haven't MADE the hellofacopter which can catch me once into the woods...
3. REALLY, TRULY cookin' down the fabled Root T'ree--right about Plymouth saw a turgid lump in MY lane (the ONLY time I "vote left" is when I'm late-freighting it! Turd refuses to move----dispicable small cah---is Bella Abzug still alive? Gave it the x-ray headlights. Got waved to the right. Just a shadow, a nuance---was it Athena warning me? Stayed put, right behind, backed off and let the Turd gravitate rightward at a stately pace. State cop---female (I think). Dead spit (up) for "Pat" on SNL. I swear to Zeus, I'm going to take that nifty photo-board backing material and fashion a Garfield Grin, with a bite-tab. Slap it right up there as the Statie approaches.
