The following foray is not about sunburn. I was gonna say apologies to Farrah Fawcett, er, Majors, er, O'Neal, but it would be too obscure a reference. So forget the apology.
Apologies are big these days. Make a comment that's deemed offensive where you stick your foot in your mouth, and you will soon be making an apology.
"I didn't mean to call him [ a racial slur. }"
"I thought tomato was spelled with an e on the backside of it."
"I'm sorry the poor guy was tasered, while I stood by in a futile trance."
But we have run amok in our tale. Tonight's foray into the infantile concerns a blistering flute riff from "Traffic." And, yes, the tune is from-where else but back in the day.
Sunburn is soon around the corner. Methinks I am finally tiring of the cold weather. Spring is a rebirth, eh?
All's fair in love and war, v.c.
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