I guess they still make Broncos but not like this one. OJ sort of damaged the brand for a while with that Warhol-movie-like, slow speed chase.
We found four golf balls today without even trying. We never left the path to comb the underbrush like I used to do before the engorged tick incident. They were just laying out there in plain sight on the path as we skirted the course.
I’m keeping track of the Jazz Fest over here.
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