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 We
can't bust heads like we used to, but we have our ways. One trick is to
tell 'em stories that don't go anywhere. Like the time I caught the
ferry over to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for my shoe, so, I
decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in
those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the
time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels
had pictures of bumblebees on 'em. "Give me five bees for a quarter,"
you'd say. Now where were we? Oh yeah - the important thing was that I
had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. They didn't
have white onions because of the war. The only thing you could get was
those big yellow ones... |
