View in the car mirror

Bittersweet to leave the State of one’s birth.
Worse, though is to see it become so wussified that not even the “manliest” of the metrosexuals want to be caught in downtown Burlington. That’s going some distance.

I didn’t dance so I don’t owe the fiddler a sou.
The flatlanders are going to pay a whopping bill for all the clogging and clapping. From where comes that money shall be a source of amusement to me.

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