Saturday, March 14, 2015
My trolley was defaced.
I hear you saying, "What in the name of Beelzebub's left tit are you talking about, Jim?"
(It's rather amazing I can hear you from so far away, but I guess that's just part of the magic of the internet.)
I'm talking about my trolley being defaced. If you had read the first sentence with a bit more comprehension, then I wouldn't have to repeat myself.
OK, I'm sorry. That's a cheap way to let you know I've got another piece over at the wonderful Boston Herald, one of the nation's oldest and - for my money, which I got from them - finest newspapers in the land.
Why not go there and read all about it?
(Come on, you know you're intrigued. I have a trolley? You at least have to find out what that's about, right? If you don't go there and spend the couple of minutes it will take to find out what this is all about, you're a far less curious cat than me. If somebody told me they had a trolley and it was defaced, I could no more resist reading about it than a Democrat can resist voting for a tax increase.)
(I could have said, "... than a Republican can resist voting for an increase in the defense budget." Take your pick. I also could have said, "... than a Libertarian can resist voting against [fill in the blank].", if that floats your boat.)
(It won't float your trolley, defaced or otherwise, so go to the Boston Herald website and read my stuff. Take that sentence apart and it won't make any more sense than it does in complete form, so don't bother.)
(As always, those of you who buy a hard copy of the paper can use it for admission to the party I'll be throwing upon the occasion of winning my Pulitzer, sometime around 2031 or so. The Herald only costs about $1.50 these days and there will be unlimited FREE bologna sandwiches at the wingding. They'll cost at least ten bucks by then, so it's an investment!)
Thanks for sticking around to the bottom of this. You're a patient sort.
Soon, with more better stuff.