A SECOND COMING ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

I'm sure you've all been wondering, with my mind mostly on my father's recovery, what type of Loon would it take to inspire me to post a routine 7th and Montana update.  Ladies and Gentlemen, meet 'Mavis,' an eccentric newcomer who made the scene on Sunday with one foot in the Great Beyond.  "Howdy," she rasped, "My name is Mavis and I've been resurrected."  I whipped out my Spycam and avoided making eye contact.  Her voice was so low, she sounded like Mr. T on acid.  "My eyes," she shrieked at an unsuspecting young woman, "What do you think of my eyes?"  "Th-th-they're beautiful," said the young woman.  "No they're NOT," yelled Hazel, "They're HIDEOUS.  HIDEOUS, I tell you ...!"  At this point, the conversation became mostly one-sided.  Mavis ranted and raved her way back to her car, got behind the wheel and cackled up a storm as she raced up 7th Street.  I'll say one thing, if that's her 'second coming,' I'm not waiting around for a third ...!