In an Octopus’s Garden

George downshifted the ’64 Chevy Impala and revved the engine. “Damn, this car has some muscle!” he exclaimed giddily as he sped down US Rte. 41 towards the Everglades. “I wish you would put down the convertible top,” Ringo groused from the back seat. “I can’t see very much out of this side window.” John […]

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