Had a few drinks at a fancy place called Harvest Wine Bar, a place so cozy, I’m convinced that if you stuffed more than a dozen people it there, it would fold like chicken wire, and they’d never get you out. You would have to be buried in it… The local news is constantly covering a big basketball tourney, and it reminds me of what we used to call a couple of high schools here: Stepinac was “Step in Crap,” and Albertus Magnus was “Fat Albert”… I am sick and tired of commercials wishing me a Happy Honda Days. It’s like they totally forget that some people celebrate Toyotathon.
