“Dawn, Mister Smith-
ereen. Mister Smither-
een, Dawn. Well, now
that we’ve gotten that
out of the way, I do be-
lieve that I myself am
going to tiptoe over
to the bar for a quench.
Shall I get you queens
anything? A julep,
perhaps? At least it
doesn’t come with
a cantaloupe knock
knock joke dangling
just over the edge of
Four Corners, New
Mexico and such” [@
which he whips up
more of a mosey
than a tip of the
old toe…]….
