1939-xx-xx (xx) Vic's Geographical Trip

Also, it's late afternoon as we join our friends at the small house, halfway up in the next block now. Here on the front porch we find Mrs. Victor Gook and young Mr. Rush Gook. Mother and son are seated side by side in the swing, interestingly watching the approaching figure of Mr. Victor Gook, who's briskly striding along Virginia Avenue's neat concrete

sidewalk. Listen. Your father feels jolly about something. You can tell by his elastic stepper. Yeah, and that kind of halfway smug look on his face. Hey, hey, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, hi. See how jolly he feels?

Maybe you got a reason to pay. Yeah. Hello, Sadie. No rush. This is private property. Better get off the grass before we stick the bulldog on you. Quit leaning on a person rash. Shove over.

This poor swing is plenty big enough for two people. Was there a beautiful woman heavily veiled and greatly educated, compared to a few minutes ago looking for me? Yeah. Will you move over? I'm making an oompa gov.

Well sit down in the railing. Too hard a day to be squeezed to a pulp. No, Sadie. They'll rush high. Where is Pete and Bill and Oscar in the early in Harry? Where is Florence and Grace and Edius and Bill and Josephine?

Get away in your pay gap? No, what? You're in such excellent spirits. I'm in excellent spirits because my soul is a body cup, which is cut to liquid sunshine and its chalice. Move over and let me sit down before I break both your legs.

And get out of the rush and take the seat down in the railing. Not space for three people in this swing. Oh, Steedy. No. Mailman brought another done from Kleberger's afternoon. Phil. Say. What's making you feel so good?