He didn’t make monkeys. He just trained them. Because everyone he knew had a big “but”… So he hit the road, not the drive-in. Not some other crappy bike. Ghosts of the highway. Like a garbage truck. It’s not so bad in the big house, Mickey said. We all saved our questions for the end of the tour. Can you say tortilla? A lifetime later we don’t remember the Alamo we remember the basement. Au revoir, P.W. I took a picture so it would last longer.