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Posted on
07.21.05 by Widge @ 2:25 pm
On the way in from the airport, a guy in an SUV ahead of us stuck a red plastic horn out of his window, put the other end to his mouth and gave three jubilant blasts that sounded like a tuba with tolerable heartburn. And my reaction was simply: well, yes, of course. As a necessary aside, why isn't there a NYC driving sim? Or is there? And I'm not talking Crazy Taxi. But nothing would put together skills like evasion, racing, and strategy like that game would. Filed under: Travel
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John Robinson is a writer of prose, poetry and comics who also writes under
the pseudonym of Widgett Walls.
This is my latest book. Short stories written especially for you, or at least someone who reminded me a lot of you at the time.