[at-l] Yet Another AT 2000-Miler Whacko.....

[Sloetoe]

### Yeah, so, like I wuz sayin', I wuz jus' wandering
around, picking up stuff and marching it out to the
loading bay and up the ramps into the trucks, and I
noticed everyone sort of avoiding the well-ordered
guitar cases standing to the side. It seemed curious
to me, so I jestured an "Eh?" to the
man-from-whom-everyone-was-taking-direction, and he
kind of gave a quick look-around so as to ascertain
why no one else had grabbed them, then he turned back
to me with a shrug and nodded a "Yeah," and so I
tucked one under my arm and grabbed the other two by
the handles and off I went.

When I came back in for another load, he tried to pay
me, and I demurred and mentioned I wasn't *on* no
stinkin' clipboard, and he said "Then head over to the
Rat, and I'll have Harry buy you a beer." I didn't
need to be asked twice. And so that's how I came to
carry Harry Chapin's guitars, and how Harry came to
buy me a beer, almost 30 years ago today, by George!

Hold it, now. 
What was the subject?

--- David Addleton <dfaddleton at gmail.com> wrote:
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070502/ap_on_re_us/dead_of_thirst_1
> let's hear it for the smokers 

Spatior! Nitor! Nitor! Tempero!
   Pro Pondera Et Meliora.