Dale is dead
Back on St. Patrick’s Day in March 2001, a friend and I were riding the 6 from downtown to uptown and the bus was crowded with a bunch of rowdy, drunk, cheerful fratboy types. We were smooshed in amongst them in the back of the bus, and as the bus began to empty of passengers as it made its way through uptown, we all noticed a group of NASCAR fans with their #3 jackets sitting together in a group in the front. Continue reading ‘Dale is dead’
