The fat lady is four hundred pounds plus and I hear her tuning up. When she is ready there will only be one tune she keeps repeating, “It’s All Over but the Cryin” and it will sound like Patsy Cline singing a funeral dirge.
Yup, I think yur right.
Well, I got a dozen cases or so of baked beans, some bottled water stored, and lots of fishing gear, time will tell, eh?
(Hope them fish like baked beans!!)