I'm going to invent a new holiday. I'll call it The Great American Fishout. Everybody will leave the fishing tackle at home and go take a nap on the riverbank. Let's see them mess that one up.
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No?
OK. How about a parade? We could line up hundreds of vehicle on the interstate in one line. The parade route could be lined with orange and white barrels and happy little orange signs with black letters. Flag persons could stand along the road gleefully waving little stop and slow signs, and orange flags. Trucks could pour shinny aeromatic tar along the other lane. Drivers could blow their horns, shake, their fists and shout while brakes shreik and radiators boil. What a wonderful gala event!
What? Its been done? . . . OK, now about The Great American Fishout...
Howard