Tapping my hand on the steering wheel to fellow Villanova-ian Jim Croce’s “Bad Leroy Brown”…


I couldn’t help but wonder how could he get his but whipped so easy by “Doris’ husband” if he was carrying all those weapons?


If I had a “32 gun in my pocket for fun and a razor in my shoe”, I ain’t going to end up looking like a “jigsaw puzzle with a couple pieces gone.”