As I was walking the dog this morning, a rather sun-burnt old fellow stopped me in the alley and asked, “Ya wanna hear something funny?”

Me and my buddy were going to go to see that western movie, “3:10 to Yuma” up at the Davis. But y’know, they don’t let you go in there in the middle of the movie no more. We needed a way to kill time, so we went over to Welles Park to take a nap.

My buddy has this bottle of…of…of booze that he’s usin’ f’r a pillow. When the cops come by, they tell us, “Hey, you can’t have an open bottle of liquor in the park. What are you guys doin’ here?”

My buddy says, “We’re waitin’ for ‘3:10 to Yuma’.”

And the cop says, “Well, you just got yourself the ‘4:45 to Belmont and Western’.”

True story. At least, my part of it was.

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