My Kind Of Town

"Hi, Quonset.  Can I talk to you about something...?"

"Sure, Don!  What is it?"

"I need to get away for the weekend... sort of a mini-vacation, I s'pose.  Can you recommend a nice place?"

"Funny you should ask!  I just got back from up down by Prunedale area, and had myself a HECK of a time!  Don, if I know you- I think you'd like Prunedale just fine."

"I don't know...  I'm a sensitive man and I think I would want something a little more friendly than Prunedale..."

"Don- say no more.  I know just the place...  just close those baby-blues of yours and picture...  COPPEROPOLIS."














"Boy, that's a mouthful."

"That's what SHE said!"

"Who?"

"My mother-in-law."

"...your mother-in-law...?"

























"Yeah, she was just asking about fancy towns to visit and so I told her about COPPEROPOLIS."

"Gee, Quonset... I don't mean to be such a cantankerous old huff, but I guess I was looking for something a little more...  old-fashioned, if ya catch my drift."

























"Don- consider your drift CAUGHT because I've got JUST the place.  Close those cute little baby bunny-rabbit blues of yours and picture this little slice of heaven- PUMPKIN CENTER."

"Quonset, as much as I love PUMPKIN CENTER- and I do...  I just want something more... well, more RURAL."

"Shoot, Don!  Why didn't ya say so!  Try Loomis- you'll thank me Monday morning!"

"Loomis, huh?....  Hmmm...."

Later that weekend...





"Boy, Quonset sure was right about Loomis!  This is my kind of town!  C'mon, guys- let's go see the sights!"