I went to school in Scottsbluff, Nebraska, a town that hosted a refinery, a stockyard, and a sugar beet factory. When the wind blew right, the presence of all three were evident. Despite the occasional stench it was a lovely place.
Well, they've never passed the intersection of Red River and Main in Gallatin, TN which, thanks to the Kyrstal restaurant and the McDonald's placed oppositionally from one another, smells like the world's biggest egg fart almost every morning I drive by. Although I am crude, I'm not saying this because I'm crude. I'm saying it because it's true. I've always wondered if Gallatin could do something. Like simmer large vats of Gas-X in 55-gallon drums on the streets or in the water pipes. And, hey, Norby, Hereford's a good English name. But maybe that says it all after all, eh?
And what does Ed Gorman think of what? I'd like to know what he thinks of the Frankenstein comic adaptation that's soon to be done. It's making him money, some maybe he's okay with it, eh? But did he have much to do with it? By the way, Bill, what do you think of Gorman's Frankenstein novel?
First Cedar Rapids is under ten feet of water, and then it loses its title as the stink capital of the world. It's enough to inspire a Gorman move to Pitcairn Island.
Anyone ever hear of The Tacoma Aroma? It's not bad anymore, but in its heyday it could gag a vulture. And there's a long stretch of the Jersey Turnpike that reeks of a million cowpies. At least, there was when we traversed it back in the fifties and sixties.
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What do expect from a town called Hereford?
I went to school in Scottsbluff, Nebraska, a town that hosted a refinery, a stockyard, and a sugar beet factory. When the wind blew right, the presence of all three were evident. Despite the occasional stench it was a lovely place.
I'd take the pasture perfume of Hereford over the industrial odor of Pasadena, TX any day.
Now see, stories like that are why I'm glad I went to college in a town that had an Archway cookie bakery.
That's a place you don't mind driving by in the afternoon...
Now what does Ed Gorman think of that?
Richard Wheeler
I was wondering the same thing.
Well, they've never passed the intersection of Red River and Main in Gallatin, TN which, thanks to the Kyrstal restaurant and the McDonald's placed oppositionally from one another, smells like the world's biggest egg fart almost every morning I drive by. Although I am crude, I'm not saying this because I'm crude. I'm saying it because it's true. I've always wondered if Gallatin could do something. Like simmer large vats of Gas-X in 55-gallon drums on the streets or in the water pipes. And, hey, Norby, Hereford's a good English name. But maybe that says it all after all, eh?
And what does Ed Gorman think of what? I'd like to know what he thinks of the Frankenstein comic adaptation that's soon to be done. It's making him money, some maybe he's okay with it, eh? But did he have much to do with it? By the way, Bill, what do you think of Gorman's Frankenstein novel?
- Lawrence
First Cedar Rapids is under ten feet of water, and then it loses its title as the stink capital of the world. It's enough to inspire a Gorman move to Pitcairn Island.
RSW
Anyone ever hear of The Tacoma Aroma? It's not bad anymore, but in its heyday it could gag a vulture. And there's a long stretch of the Jersey Turnpike that reeks of a million cowpies. At least, there was when we traversed it back in the fifties and sixties.
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