Taken by this bag. Almost taken for a ride.
Too close for comfort, some say. I was there. In Nashville. Watching someone very much in the food chain playing ping-pong with their dog in tow.
The siren song was relentless for days. I tried to shake it off by checking out Frye downtown. That made it worse.
In the end, something made me wait. Maybe that other siren screaming at Satchel & Page…
Aaarrgh!
The Mursehunter 