Stuff and Moonshine

This morning I saw what looked like a Model T driving up Jane Street. It was green, and a pair of bull's horns was mounted on the front. There was some kind of fringe hanging off the back bumper. The driver was in modern dress (wifebeater, lots of tattoos) but he was smoking a cigarette in a devil-may-care manner. I couldn't quite see the top half of his face, and thought of him as the ghost of Stagger Lee (although I know that song predates the model T by decades).