Krasny Oktyaber

Sometimes hunting for the right bus in Virginia is like the goddam Hunt For Red October.

It’d be totally worth it if I could meet Pensive Inscrutable Russian Sean Connery.  But that doesn’t happen.

Anyway, my checkup today went well.

Doctor:  “Everything with you is normal, Mr, Nolan.”

Me:  “Honey, you don’t KNOW ME.”

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