Danged, the one thing I was hopin' would get passed. Yeah, I got this guy who lives back in the holler who drives by my house about 5:00 in the mornin' with his beat up old Chevy truck which rattles and squeeks so bad that it's wake up the dead. So I figured I could call up Johnny Ashcroft and tell him that I reckon the guy was a commernist and then Johnny would arrest him and hold him indefinately down there in Cuber and I'd get some peace and quiet!

Oh well...

Bobert