He was....until our friend stripped down to his green away shirt. Before Barber could say “we bong when we want” the shirts are now flying out the door. They’re a bit short of letter Js though.
He’s a New Yorker being a bit, well, New York. I like him and can’t stop singing the song in my head. I hope he reads this, and I hope he writes and performs a Dale Stephens song soon.