I can’t remember when this one came in. (MR. S., can I stop introducing them? It’s getting hard to think of anything to say.)
Ron’s wife Betsy was dressed in this crazy Pillsbury dough boy outfit. A long dress and an apron. She had this big smile spread on her face. She said, “Welcome to 1890.” When I said, “So 1890 is the year we’re pretending it is?” she looked at me like I was crazy. “Oh, no,” she said. “1890 is the year it is.”