Friday, January 27, 2017

Powered by Waffle House

There's not much in my estate but there is a collection of cheap hats.  A traditional man's hat such as a  fedora or a cowboy hat does nothing for my considerable ears but there is a solution:  Waffle House.

Herewith, the latest cheap hat to arrive here at the Rockhouse.


When the going gets tough, the tough go to Waffle House.

Ed:  when is the world tour?

Don't look now but I hit seven countries not counting this one after that.  Jaunting like that when you're twenty is easy.  Try it when you're sixty, Space Cowboy.

Ed:  and then go to Waffle House?

Roger that, Cap'n.


I get kind of a superior smile when I'm dismissed by hipsters with their thinking 'what could he possibly have seen.'  The vibe with Waffle House is no-one gets superior because everyone in there knows there's a story in everyone else.


There's a deep disappointment in the failure of people to deal with Snowden as that lack of grace in them is an awfully dark harbinger for the subservient future and we don't need the horror story since anyone at Waffle House may have his or her own.

Well, mates, rather than acquiescing to that darkness I celebrate the victory of this Ithaka cadre in which all know there's only one way to win a squirrel fight and that's by keeping your cojones.

Ed:  and then go to Waffle House?

Right again, Kreskin.

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