used to be you could go down the street and just lean back ‘gainst a fence. now you’re lucky if ya got a two-buck coin in your pocket. could be worse, says some, could be nuthin’ but fences just blockin’ us all in. now, i like to take the view that what you got and what you ain’t got and ain’t never gonna have is gonna be all you ever gonna be entitled to get a hold of in the premiere instance.