I saw Michael Savage, The Artist, the other day at Eddy’s.
We have different coffee schedules with our respective yoga-paint patterns.
Anyway, we only had a minute for an update.
We don’t really need to get into the context.
And, I don’t want to put word’s in someone else’s mouth, but I think it went something like this.
To paraphrase the Sauvage:
“Well, in the [good] old’n days, the wife [in the country] just died!”