Case in point — my older brother’s riff on my county’s name might have a familiar feel, although only he could possibly have come up with this imagery:
‘I can’t decide if ‘mendocino’ sounds like an antacid (“Mendocino, now in new cherry flavour…”), or a garment of Mexican origin (“and now just add a chunky brown leather belt to offset the vibrant shade of your mendocino…”), and indeed maybe are old chinos with violent coloured patchwork on them….
‘Why mendo-acid-vibrant coloured-cino?’
I had to read this through 3 times before I could keep my seat long enough to respond without falling off again.
The answer is far too prosaic to make a suitable reply, but frankly, that’s a tough act to follow…
So, why here?
Gives me whiplash to read this far.
Antacid-washed chinos might be more entertaining, but I had a deep need for a wooded granite ridge to park my frazzled bones upon, while preparing for the Healing Tour — whatever the heck that turns out to be.
My timing is good. Everything is bursting into bloom:
Cherry-flavored patchwork chinos would look pretty good sprawled under that tree. Mind you, anything would, including that dusty ol’ truck.