the drive to el cajon was
uneventful.
the general parked and walked to the
Katzberger's bookstore
he stopped when he saw the liquor store
"maybe just a wee bottle of sumpin"
outside the bookstore a
cadre of scruffy antiwar protesters
spotted him and began yelling
and waving their handwritten signs
'hmm, maybe I should have bought some security'
he hoped his breath didn't reek of peppermint schnapps
'well' he said as he dialed the local tv news station
'there's no such thing as bad publicity'
'well' he said as he dialed the local tv news station
'there's no such thing as bad publicity'