tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post8976818407884357489..comments2024-03-26T05:20:10.232-04:00Comments on Between the By-Road and the Main Road: #SOL16: His Flannel ShirtMary Ann Reillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-12398586954338860192016-04-10T00:42:25.840-04:002016-04-10T00:42:25.840-04:00I've been sad about that for 35 years now.
A ...I've been sad about that for 35 years now.<br /><br />A Saturday night dinner date with a woman I no longer can remember. But the huge slab of chocolate cream pie ordered by the man at the next table is clear as new crystal. His young face glowed with delight, at least until her fork sank into it. He went red with rage and bellowed loud enough for everyone to hear, "If you want some, Bill Tracyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15921814204827539761noreply@blogger.com