Just wanted to assure you that some of them still know how to have fun back in the City: Heard of a contest recently, whose grand prize was your choice of either open heart surgery, or a metric ton of prunes.
Life’s been this way before.
And it left a trail,
if you can find it.
Heard yet another City guy wrap his hand around his beer and his thoughts around his final philosophy when he noted, “Hey, it’s ONLY wrestling.”
The Past is a curious place to store things.
Regarding advertising, AND, I might add, usual advice: If you gotta be told what you want, you don’t want nothing worthwhile.