When Phil makes that face, you need to give him about three feet of space or you’re getting bitten. OR Bobby? “Uh-huh?” Is that a Fender? “Yeah. But, you know, it still cost twenty grand.” Oh, thank God. I was worried. “It’s a ’59. This sucker liked Ike.” He was a genial sort. “People don’t … Continue reading Backyard Fun With Bobby And Phil