Like a bad penny, I always come back

I recently arrived back from vacation, which means Kingston and his Kronies had a vacation too, at least from my sarcastic pen. But as luck would have it, while the cat’s away, the mice will play. And play they did.

There wasn’t much reporting to do in Italy about their Polizia, except the small fact that they dress like fairies... although I quite like the hats. I think hats like these should be issued here just to hide the grey hair and receding hairlines of our officers. In Rome, cops were only armed with a whistle. If they had tasers, they must have kept them concealed in small packages. (Notice the obscenity in the background... if such a statue was in Broken Springs, Jan Chaddwick would be livid.)

I wonder if Jimmy’s new car can outrun this hunk of metal?




Once I got back to home sweet home, I learned that the real excitement was back in Broken Springs. Forget the gladiator games at the Colosseum. Forget the Senate floor where Caesar was killed. Forget Michelangelo’s Sistine Chapel. Even forget the Volcano that wiped out Pompeii. Broken Springs has its own Mt. Vesuvius about to erupt.

Stay tuned.