Gentle Readers,
Some people wrote and asked why on earth TWC was avoiding Fenway Park's outfield fence, others couldn't make the connection between last night's post (see below) and Took's execution. I blame the wine and I'll try to be less obtuse. Edits & Clarifications italicized.
As you may know, TWC is marginally insane, so when the guys at the tennis-court house down the hill set up Megadeth's old sound system (bought on Ebay) and fired it up, TWC had a slight increase in blood pressure.
The neighbors had a stage set up the width of a full size tennis court and the sound system was better than Jimmy Buffet had last time I saw him at Irvine Meadows. Scouts Honor!
And, of course, the fargin' speakers are
facing my way instead of pointing at Shelley's house. When the rap
hip-hop crap (you can't spell crap without rap) started rattling the
windows shaking the house off its foundation (from a quarter mile away) and you know the cops aren't coming unless there are bodies bleeding in the street I figured the smart thing was to get
out of Dodge. A small price to pay to avoid.....
This Green Monster:
Turns out that I'm one of those old fashioned guys who figures that your right to make a bunch of got dam noise ends at your property line. That doesn't play well in modern America and who was it that said you can't run away from your problems?
Pack up the babies and grab the Old Lady, and everyone goes.....to Palm Springs....and nobody gets hurt. Absolutely progressive.
A nice steak, a little wine, and nothing the kids like better than the pool and Jacuzzi at some hotel in the desert anyway.
Make sure the wine's in a plastic cup.
Clint Eastwood once said that a man has to know his own limitations. Good advice.
Hope this helps understand my predicament. Thankee.
As Ever,
TWC
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