"Last summer I was about to shove off on a big safari, Grace came out on the back porch to see me off. She studied the caravan rather thoughtfully for quite a while. She spoke slowly.
"You look." she said quietly, "you look like the addled commander of a one-man army about to launch a rocket invasion of Mars."
"Nope," I corrected her. "I'm the Ringling Brothers on my way to merge with Barnum & Bailey. Good day, Madam. Giddap, Buckshot!" "Robert Traver
TROUT MADNESS
'The Fish Car'
