Velociworld

Mobile

is, unfortunately, not very mobile. I always liked that town, too. I should drive over this weekend and drink a beer and salute the tattered remnants.

Mobile is truly a Southern city, or used to be. I spent a few weeks in introductory flight training there once, flying helicopters and Albatrosses and such, and those girls were sweet. Zippered, so to speak, but sweet. When a girl whispers in your ear and asks if you'd like another homemade prah-line, that's sweet. When she cooks you up a mess of what she calls okrie, that's sweet, too.

Those girls made me feel like a damned Tatar.

Maybe I'll pile up a mess of generators in the truck and go see if I can't hep those people out, at $900 per. Now that would be sweet.