This reminds me of the time I caught the ferry to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for m'shoe. So I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on 'em. "Gimme five bees for a quarter," you'd say. Anyhow, I dropped into the local hardware store, though they were software stores back then. If you said hardware store you really meant the grocery store. Now, while I was in the software store, I decided to buy a saber saw. Back then you could only buy jigsaws, but we used to call them saber saws because of the New Deal. But those jigsaws only took saber saw blades! If you bought a jigsaw blade they'd label you a communist. Oh yeah. The important thing was that I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. I didn't have any white onions, because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones...
