All those years of idolizing Chevy Chase in Junior High paid off today. Had an idea for the capture of the Queen of the Night, and ran to tell Sean Kelly.
Unfortunately, the stairs I was running down were not uniform at the bottom. Slipped, and slid down at least ten, with a tremendous ‘thud’ at the bottom when I
hit the floor. But leapt up and kept running, none the worse for wear. And Generalisimo Franco is still dead.