There’s nothin’ worse than a summer cold, I says to Minnie, sittin’ at the kitchen table all choked up with my nose runnin’ off my face and my eyes all red and about a dozen balls of kleenex on the table in front of me. [Read more]
There’s nothin’ worse than a summer cold, I says to Minnie, sittin’ at the kitchen table all choked up with my nose runnin’ off my face and my eyes all red and about a dozen balls of kleenex on the table in front of me. [Read more]
John McNeil 