I was always suspicious of guys who wear Speedos with black socks and sandals. Every year I'd see this strange phenomenon descend on the beaches of New England. Now I know why those guys were always listening to their tiny transistor radios with their little ear plugs. They were listening to the change jingling in the pockets and purses of unsuspecting sunbathers and swimmers. All along I thought those Canadians were happy go lucky and they just had bad taste. Now we know their true colors. I'm sure Wojo, Bill and Old Wolf arn't part of this subversive plot to take over our beaches.
