OK, I went away for a few days and came back. Yeah, I was a little out of line. Sorry.
I can be a bit thin-skinned, I admit. Most times, I just wait a while before posting, this time I didn't.
In the arena the two communities have become one rather quickly. I don't intend to stand in the way of that happening here.
A LAWN? Hmmmmmmm. Now, I hadn't considered that possibility. If, like most children, the Temps hated yardwork, that would account for the generally downbeat tone of the song; a sort of suburban Sisyphus myth, eternal lawncare. Just by the time they get done with the edging, the grass needs to be cut again. Nothing else, no home, no car, no WORLD other than that damned yard. Yup, that might be the key.
Mosca
Now how do I put a dammed picture here?
