This is the thread where the fringster comes back with teeth

[Did you just call me Coltrane?]

Originally Posted by Pretty Little Flower

In Coltrane's defense, you made it seem like you were sitting on a beach blanket in 95 degree heat, brushing sand off your martini glass. Not a pleasant thought. Much different than the idea of sipping a G&T on the end of a dock while the sun slowly sets across the Atlantic. Which, of course, is so beautiful a thought I might be tearing up right now. Where is The One Who Cries?

Yep. I pictured him on the beach with a bottle of gin. And that reminded me of the bums in Key West.