“Hey Smitty, I got a new picture of my girl in the mail today, wanna see?”
“Man Chooch,” I said, “keep it down. We’re supposed to be on guard duty.”
“Oh yeah,” he said contritely, “here look. She’s a real peach! Got a photo of your girl Smitty?”
“No, man; I just have a picture of my mom. I dug the laminated photo out of my breast pocket.”
He studied it, “What’s that mean, ‘No Reason Ahead’?”
“I made her pose there. Mom never needed a reason for anything. Whenever I’d ask her why, she’d say, ‘because I said so.’”
