The year was 1988. The sun was savage that year - a lot of windy clear days that could peel hair from your arms. From Minnesota there arrived a man. A young man, with a plan. A young man's plan.
His name was David Dripps. David T. Dripps. Once I asked him what the "T" stood for, and he glanced at me with that feral wolverine look of his and said; "It stands for "The". He had a job, this David Dripps - an important job by the look of it. New cars were the trade; working for the Ford motor company as a corporate complaint manager. Good pay, good benefits.
But you see, this David Dripps fellow was a frugal man - fresh off the frozen tundra of Minnesota farmland. He stunk of potatoes and fear.
His name was David Dripps. David T. Dripps. Once I asked him what the "T" stood for, and he glanced at me with that feral wolverine look of his and said; "It stands for "The". He had a job, this David Dripps - an important job by the look of it. New cars were the trade; working for the Ford motor company as a corporate complaint manager. Good pay, good benefits.
But you see, this David Dripps fellow was a frugal man - fresh off the frozen tundra of Minnesota farmland. He stunk of potatoes and fear.
