The Gabby Goat Gazette

It's a wilderness out there.

Gabby Goat and his herd have a way of munching through the madness -- a bonefide alternative to butting your head against the nearest tree -- be it politics, 5:00 traffic or things that make you just wanna paw the ground and snort.

And for most every excuse or 25-cent word some jerk jerkles, Gabby will likely come up with an goatard, i.e., a goat word, to fit the occasion.

Saturday, December 22, 2007

When "was" isn't the past tense of "is"

I was there.

In Grosse Pointe, in Birmingham, in the back of the bus and at the lunch counter.

If you weren't there, shame on you. Unless, literally speaking, you were not here. Otherwise -- to deny that you weren't there, at least figuratively, is an even greater shame.

Yep. I was there. With Mitt and George and Martin Luther and a whole passle 'o folks.

Labels: Birmingham, George Romney, Greensboro, Grosse Pointe, lunch counter, Martin Luther King, Mitt Romney