“Hold on tight baby, we’re going for a ride.” “But Sam, my hair.” “Baby, hair ain’t got nothing to do with it. Jump on and let’s go!” “Fine – are we really going to that dinky little drive in?” “Dinky? Dinky? Only all the best hot-rodders are seen there! We have to go. It’s SaturdayContinue reading “Hot Rods and Custard”
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The D/A Dialogues 
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