IT'S A 50'S THING: #1

Scott and I had a rare lunch together today, alone. No friends, no family, no coworkers. Just the two of us. On the drive home, Scott was telling me all kinds of tidbits that were going on at work as only he can. Sharing with me the details of the new tire purchase scheduled for next week. Discussing the possible investment in a new laptop, a Mac if it was entirely up to me. We were driving down Newland totally engulfed in each other and the inevitable happened. Scott soared right by our street.