and back he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky, with the white road smoking behind him, and his rapier brandished high, blood red were his spurs in the gold noon, wine red was his velvet coat, when they shot him down on the highway, down like a dog on the highway, and he lay in his blood on the highway, with the bunch of lace at his throat...

has anyone ever heard Loreena McKennitt's rendition of Alfred Noyes' The Highwayman? it is the best.

there ya go, my random post in an attempt to be LAST