The Abbey

by Frank Diamond Me: “Why, you’re cruisin’ for a bruisin’.” Tracey: “Anglin’ for a manglin’.” Me: “Bouncin’ for a trouncin’.” Tracey: “Houndin’ for a poundin’.” Me: “Boundin’ for a crownin’.” It usually stops about then—or at least pauses (“pausin’ for a causin’”), but might start up again somewhere else along the night. Those golden glorious … Continue reading The Abbey