You shoulda heard poor ol' Iowabow as we were driving down. He had this list of shots he wanted to take at the non-ABO knappers. He'd read one off and spend the next 30 miles of hiway miles whining about whether or not it would offend anyone or whether or not they'd get the humor.
When he had finally narrowed it down to the final 10 and we had wordsmithed them a little, he started on the t-shirt. He had me drive while he sat in the passenger seat, nervous as a Victorian virgin on her wedding night! He second guessed himself every which way. So when people laughed at his shirt and got into the good natured ribbing, he loved it.
Joohn's a great guy and a real stand-up sort of feller. His son Isaac is following that fine example. I'm glad to call them friends.
