I was minding my own business on Thursday night reading the latest Joy Behar book (hysterical BTW!). Meanwhile, the Ole Miss vs. Vanderbilt football game was on in the background. While I was taking a long drag on my oversized tumbler of buttermilk, I just happened to glance up when I found myself face-to-face with Garfield!
What was he doing? How did he get there? Did he need a ticket? Regrettably, those questions went unanswered. In the distance a freight train sounded its horn ... such a sad sound.