He says it’s the first but not the last.
Recently, a staunch Harry reader and Veteran, began to wonder about what was going on in his neighborhood. You can see him cruising around in his big beige old man Lincoln that probably only has 6,000 miles on it. Uncle Early is concerned that the activity in the parking lot of a certain “massage parlor” near his beloved donut shop is doing more than cracking necks.
Uncle Early has written me that he will be sending us a parking lot update from time to time to see if any of the good Christian women here, know their husbands are having lumbar problems He says that the parking lot is full at night. He well remembers the chain reaction of rub and tugs past, the Summer of Zang, all the goings on on Franklin, Lake Air, and the ill fated buffet he used to like, not to mention those lost files between the Sheriff and Barry Johnson and that local banker’s son having to grow facial hair to hide his identity.
Harry suggests you all shape it up as Uncle Early is up late.
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THIS is what’s in their window, and gave Uncle Early dirty ideas.
Uncle Earlly and his domino buddies ain’t playin’
