Once these damned cats croak I have one project left to complete before I fall into a burning ring of fire Johnny Cashwise. I want to find a hubcap to use for a helmet, a garbage can lid for a shield, and a long piece of 2 inch cast iron pipe and open a can of whupass on one of those windmills they’re foresting the plains of West Texas with.
Not to suggest I have anything against them. In fact, I respect them and whatever engineer with an Asian surname designed them.
No, I want to prove to myself and to future generations of mankind that whatever else Cervantes might have thought, he was wrong about windmills and their place in the overall scheme of things as it applies to the human condition when it’s challenged by a man of vision.
And I’m just the man to do it.
The New Old Jules