The sky was what is called a mackerel sky, rows and rows of faint down-plumes of cloud, just tinted with the midsummer sunset.

Well I'm on the Downeaster Alexa / And I'm cruisin' through Block Island Sound

Whosoever that hoochefied, home wrecking heifer is she ain't gon steal my husman from under my nose.

I was twenty when I first caught the Jesus bug. It took another two years before I even considered visiting a church.