(an overheard conversation between two youngsters near the front porch of a middle-class home in the city of Mayfield.....)

"Wally, why is Dad on the computer so much lately asking all those questions about motorcycles?"

"Well GOSH, Beav! On account'a Dad's just wants ta know ALL the stuff there is to know about buying a Triumph before he buys it. That's why. Ya see, unlike YOU, Dad ALWAYS does his homework! And that's why he ain't gonna buy no stupid Harley this time either!"

"Okay! I get it now, Wally!"

"Oh CRAP! Here comes that stupid Eddie Haskell on his Sportster! Let's go see what Mom's cookin' up in the kitchen, Beav."

"Okay Wally!"


Yep! Just like a good Single Malt Scotch, you might call me "an acquired taste" TOO.(among the many OTHER things you may care to call me, of course)