In front of one yard, four muscovy ducks wandered, while a man with a fierce-looking but well-fed junkyard dog held him at bay to allow me to pass. I could not help noticing the dog's chain link collar, but the man was entirely amiable (the dog looked as though he had malice aforethought).
I wandered along the trail, and pondered how I find no choice than to be who I am, even though I find myself entirely odd. Then I returned to my car. I felt happy with myself, somehow.
I decided that it would be fun to try to auction my CD on ebay, so I wrote an advertisement to mock-proclaim its many mini-virtues to music fans world-wide. I set the hyperlink in this page because I find the ad amusing, but cognoscenti friends in the know can acquire my CD much more easily by dropping me an e mail.
Now I must look up the Stoneleigh P, to which I have not been in a decade.