Lucy May was tired of having to explain to fools that just didn't listen: She was not an upholsterer recovering sofas and car seats, but a pollster, trying to see who was where in the ranks of politicians running for office . . .
With only mullet and croakers in sight and no Pizza on the horizon, Howie was thinking that once again there was something fishy going on with the caterers . . .
When Gina lost her job, her friend Kiki suggested pole dancing. Gina was puzzled; dance with a Polish man up here? Too crowded . . . and was it to be ballet? Ball room dancing? An Irish jig? Clogging or tap dancing? Would she have to take lessons first . . . ?