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. . . at the oceanfront dive bar in Orange County. Last week Chatty James agreed to make it a bank-the-eight game after I was first on the 8 with a practically straight in shot. I missed my first bank shot on the 8; James sunk his remaining balls in but then scratched the 8. The rest, as they say .

. . . ~ $70 for a bottle.

. . . please go ahead. Art

. . . and Writer's Tears is my favorite so far. Even over Middleton and Powers. ☘️

. . . it suddenly came to mind. Maybe because it's aged in American and French oak barrels. And we're writers. ;-)

. . . grinning from ear to ear in the driver's seat of your 356. Video would be even better.

. . . which was a surprise because people her age usually play current (and unlistenable) stuff. (I refuse to call it music.) ;-)

. . . and amazed a 20-something girl played a Beatles tune on the jukebox, singing along to the chorus no less. Next time, I'll play Sentinel right after.

. . . especially Boss 429 Mustangs were comparatively scarce. Besides my teacher's orange Boss 429 I might've seen two others in the '70s; Boss 302s, maybe a few score. The other make in Ford's stable, Mercury, produced contemporary versions of the Boss 302 Mustang in the Cougar Eliminator. Saw thre