Tommy, Surely they must have theaters down there in Hicksville. :^)
Drive-ins, at least.
Redford, Field of Dreams?
Blows out the light towers with titanic home-run hit with bat carved from a lightning struck tree.
To use the Patrick Smith spell-it-out for Sockets approach: Our protagonist, DT, who deals in only CAPITAL LETTERS, hits HIS homerun, and while rounding the bases, raises HIS arms in triumph and spells out HIS favorite four-letter word.
Right, Pepsi as five-letters. Y-M-C-A, has four, but that's already been taken (let's not get into music, now). How about S-Y-C-R? Yup, now that makes sense.
See, my travels down South left my faculties intact, after all. :^) Whatever did happen to Gulliver? Did he make it into your parts?
Sorry, to leave you hanging on this one, but I, too, had to call it an early night on the ole 'puter. Basketball season, you know. That's what we watch up here in the North when it gets cold, when the drive-in are all closed for the season. Hell, we only use them for flea markets now-a-days, anyway.
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