That’s Cap’n Bad Ass To You
Wasn’t expecting the cats ‘n dogs that fell out of the sky beginning about 3 p.m. this afternoon. At all. But boy did they come. So when quittin’ time rolled around at 5:30 p.m. I weighed my options: bike the 13.8 miles home in about 6:30 – 6:45 p.m., or get on the No. 439 …