Interesting how towns seem to need these ‘official’ characters in order to function: town drunks, town fools, town ne’er do wells, town perverts.
I wanted to be the town Poet Laureate, but I doubted that any of my dirty limericks would qualify me.
However, I thought the town was a bit harsh on old Rod and Ida until one evening when I was driving past their place I saw them in their living room window with the curtains open.
For all time terrible story blue eyes to the horizon aspiring knight have not changed their frighteningly indifferent expression.
– There was a sudden cry of one of the soldiers behind, – Sir! Both Knight spun around: not more than ten miles behind them swiftly swept the crowd of riders.