The other day i was going down the road and i was asked, "where you going?".
I said, "Choir practice".
I got a blank stare.
The Choirboys, natch.
What was it, a drinking binge? IT's been like 20 years since I saw that one.
But Phyllis Davis somehow haunts me.
Joseph Waumbaugh is one of my favorite writers.
Not a "binge" per se, more of lining up at the rail like a choir, and sing the nightly song.
I loaned that book to my friend, Paul, and all he could say was, "How about the moaning man?".