Well, folks, I stood there last Ash Wednesday, in 2015, with the newspaper in my hand, dancing in my driveway. Mrs. Peterson, next door, asked me if I was okay. Thinks because I'm an old man, there might be something creep up on me all of a sudden.
"No," I told her, "everything's had its way with me already. It's just this good news shaking me up because I’ve come to expect the worst. I pounded the newspaper. Showed her the headline: LIBERAL OUTRUNS OLNEY, ENGLAND, IN PANCAKE RACE.