"You're fiddy!" she remarked, quite accurately.
She's right. I am fiddy.
"But," I rejoined, "Is there a sixty-dollar bill? Are there forty united states? Is there a thirty-cent piece?" No. No there is not. There are none of those. Fiddy is special and means something in this country, dammit.
But on a more personal level, it also means Mistah and I take a few days off and hightail it to the beach. The beach-beach. The Atlantic Ocean beach.
Watch Hill down the beach a couple of miles.
|That's 100 years of combined experience and intelligence, |
This Fiddy thing isn't half bad.