Stuckey was either one of my
chemistry professors in college
or a restaurant in Arkansas akin
to a Big Boy (or maybe it was a
Big Boy, in the manner of, say,
Shoney’s Big Boy), or both,
true or false? I’m toying with
time over here. Would that
thinking about a mint julep
were in any way similar to
actually having a mint julep.
And how are things going out
in, I want to say your neck
of the woods, but if you can
bear with me just a second
as I adjust my spectacles,
there we go. How about coming
over for brunch this Saturday?
