My wife, her dad and myself just returned from a trip up the coast to a larger town an hour and a half away. We hit some stores, wandered around a bit and headed home. Got into the house and when my wife got out I headed for the bathroom. She flipped on the TV which was set to the history channel. A bunch of GIs were fighting heavy seas while loading into a landing craft. I stopped. The commentator said "blah blah 1943 on the coast of" 'click' The wife had found the channel control on the remote. I started towards the bathroom again. The guy that played Popeye in 'The French Connection' yeah, the famous one, can't recall the name, getting senile...anyway, he was acting up a storm, a great actor...had that gleam in his eye like something was up, things were happening. I stopped. He was saying something, the gist of which was...'click'. I started. A girl in her early 20s was belting out some song of love or heartbreak, whatever. The wife stuck on that as the bathroom door shut. As I sat there doing my business the singing girl was squeezing every bit of drippy emotion out of whatever it was. Gawd. Finally I ducked outa there and into the bedroom where we keep the computer. I shut the door so I can't hear what's on in there. It's no good in the living room.
Gene Hackman!
Anyway guys, gotta have a place to go to get away from the fairer sex, absolute must have...
Gene Hackman!
Anyway guys, gotta have a place to go to get away from the fairer sex, absolute must have...
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