Red

Our friends Jimmy and Donna came over for dinner last night. I roasted a chicken. It was very good.

Anyway, Jimmy and I ran to the store for some beer. Jimmy was looking around.

"I like the neighborhood, man," he said, "I mean, it's red, for sure. But hell, what neighborhood around here isn't red besides Midtown?"

"The two times it snowed?" I told him, "the neighbors swarmed out on their four-wheelers."