Walking down Mitchell St in the middle of the day, all the Fudgies out and about. The dads have fanny packs with their big fat guts hanging over. As far as the mothers, well, let me just say it’s an atrocity what happens to a woman’s ass in middle age. But I raise my Slurpee in a toast to your fantastical daughters, all white capris and golden limbs and canvas boat shoes. Pure all-American beaver on parade.