tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6039281.post114202331173068399..comments2023-10-30T10:19:29.832-04:00Comments on Last Stop: This Town: Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02239137332740580155noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6039281.post-1142121822217226722006-03-11T19:03:00.000-05:002006-03-11T19:03:00.000-05:00Since when do my stories have to have point? Like...Since when do my stories have to have point? Like the time I caught the ferry over to Shelbyville... I needed a new heel for my shoe. So I decided to go to Morganville, which was what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry costs a nickel. And in those days, nickels had pictures of Bumble Bees on them. "Gimme Brianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02239137332740580155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6039281.post-1142029060116414152006-03-10T17:17:00.000-05:002006-03-10T17:17:00.000-05:00What was the point of this story?What was the point of this story?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com