Friday, June 10, 2011
I saw the case from across the room, and thought; “How nice. An old Nehi case.”
Then I walked over to it, and my heart-rate jumped; not quite to “stroke rate,” but it certainly was enough to give pause to an old poop like me.
I saw the case from across the room, and thought; “How nice. An old Nehi case.”
Then I walked over to it, and my heart-rate jumped; not quite to “stroke rate,” but it certainly was enough to give pause to an old poop like me.
