My dead aunt’s dead Toyota leaves the premises! That’s Freddie, of course, whom I took an instant liking to. Freddie talks like no one I have ever met before, and I have been around. One could easily feel at home here up in backwoods Maine. Not for the mosquitoes, but the people. Freddie doesn’t know it, but he made a friend.
[Actually, that might not be Freddie, I just assumed he was. But he’ll always be Freddie to me!]
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-so sad,Prof John. RIP Freddie .
BTW my ’96 exploder goes by Eddie…& the Ranger is BigBadBluie
cheers
But Freddie is still with us, dar. I take it you don’t think he’s being safe?
I like the way Freddie’s attention is concentrated on the job at hand. That Toyota ain’t gonna get away on his watch! A beard, a gut and a ballcap makes it all about perfect. Freddie, I proclaim you a good ol’ boy, Maine-style.
I like Freddie! Nice to find a local who looks crazier than I do.