Flies for ditches, among other purposes.

I hadn’t had the meal since the Clinton administration, and the vise has sat dormant since May. Now is the time for reawakenings.

A recent trip to Florida left me exposed, with a box full of stuff picked from bins and paid for that sort of but not exactly fit the profile.  For some reason my own serve me better down there, probably because they swim funny.

The sandwich has a lot of things going for it, but the sauce cures poorly under the blue.