Everybody’s got a wish-list, I suppose. And I suspect that some of us put things on that list, fully aware that we haven’t got a snowman’s chance in Hell of it ever comin’ true.
Well, mine already came true… a couple of times. But not lately. And it’s still on my list, ’cause I want it again!
Unfortunately, the old grandmother I sleep with, doesn’t see it as a very good idea. She’s convinced I’d end up as a long red streak on some mountain road.
A coastal highway, maybe. But not a mountain road.
‘Sides, it’d only hurt for a little bit.