Whilst listening to the Spinners on a Middling City classic radio station I multi-tasked by driving down Bailey Avenue, marvelling at what it is in the sun. When, much to my astonishment, moments later, I spotted up yonder The Statue of Liberty drifting down the sidewalk up on the right. I noted two gangstas in uproarious laughter, so obviously not fans of the far-flung genre dubbed Performative Art. After a red light moment passed The Statue of Liberty in his perfect oxidized bronze robes and beacon headdress. Gave him a big beep beep beep and he turned most beatific towards my golden Forester, right arm upstretched to the sunshine of Bailey, a ray of good old-fashioned American know-how.
How to Love.