Looking at Mickey’s hat, I was about to say that, out of the Dead, Mickey was the most likely to be a model-train enthusiast, one of those dads hiding in the basement, thinking about the Chicago Zephyr and cocktails and freedom from those hideous children upstairs.
But, it’s Phil. Let’s be honest: Phil is the quintessential model-train guy.
PLUS I had to restrain myself from naming this post “Jew Jew!”
Imagine riding in that club car, sipping on a negroni.
(At least it’s not leather. Anyone wearing a leather engineer’s cap is automatically a sex offender. Looking at you, Merl.)
Saunders used to play The Red Fox where I live. I got no use for his horkage of the JGB marque.
Col. Hans Landa: [giddy] Oooh, that’s a bingo! Is that the way you say it?
“That’s a bingo?”
Lt. Aldo Raine: You just say “bingo.”
Col. Hans Landa: Bingo! How fun! But, I digress. Where were we?