A Solitary Race

I heard one ole City feller refer to his eldest son as being as “confused as a veterinarian’s front yard.”

The alleged, “committed, and irreversible” views of those ordinarily in seats of City power, can splatter and ruin your best suit faster than a Peterbilt through a Mississippi mud puddle.

Was talking with this other feller in the City, who sez he’s not “all that concerned” over Man’s possible future, unless it’s determined that AT & T DOES have “the bomb.”

In the City, even when they INSIST they “take requests” – don’t make any.

If you run a solitary race, you don’t have to check your time.

J.