Gray-haired geezer who lives in "fly-over country," drives a pickup truck, has a concealed carry license, and a couple of red floppy-eared hounds (but they're dachsunds-hey, don't laugh-pound for pound, those guys are as tough as anybody).
And, like the title says.
In case anyone has been here before, I have cleaned up the initial post considerably. The only substantive change was to delete the second sentence of article I, which was awkwardly written.
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