I saw a dude at the Shell station just this morning in some sort of Carhartt jumpsuit, gassing up a pickup full of some sort of Tyvek-type material, but fully rocking a lid similar to those proffered by Dizzy Dean Davidson and his band Britny Fox.Should not be shocked, I suppose, this being the section of the country where style goes to die. But the perm-iness of it all!
It's like the Mark Twain thing about when the end of the world comes, he wants to be in Cincinnati, because it won't hit there for another ten years.
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