If it ain't ome thing it's t'uther. After the dream
blew everyone to bits in the ready mix concrete
truck explosian, the State cancelled all activities
until the cadavers could be identified and taken
to the beacvh morgue. That did us no good, Mr.
Oshier was unable to pinpoint the first boy, or
girl, to ride San Onofre in the day. You know,
it might have been Eve Fletcher. I guess we'll
never know because the Club's focus will be
on Thanksgiving Day Festivities, and their turkey
chunks microwaved to perfection. I know one
fellow who won't fumble the ball, and that's J.T.
and Breeder's Cup Breakfast day at "The Rib" on
Saturday.

Written by Harry Henson.
BRUCE SAVAGE SAND ASSOCIATES