You know, I never could stand an Austin Healy but I surely did love to hear that engine. It was a sight to behold, too. The motor, I mean. When I was a kid, there was a chimpanzee in the neighborhood who drove one. Only with his trainer in the passenger seat, of course.
If only my memories rhymed!
Kenny Golding threw a five pound bag of sugar out of a third story window during Spanish class. It conked Sybil Evans on the noggin and knocked her out cold. Ruined cheerleader practice, needless to say.
One day I'm gonna write a book.