When ABS was young and still living in the Piemonte region of Vermont (Springfield) our town had one taxi and it was owned by a man whose simian appearance caused the townsfolk to give him the nickanme of, Monkey Jarvis.
But that is mean...
Yeah, but it is also the way of life in a small town in a rural state; and even though everyone knew him as, Monkey Jarvis, nobody called him that to his face and everybody - elderly, teens, children - was polite when in his company.
So, years ago The Bride found a big Monkey Jarvis table in a store in Florida and, recently, ABS's Daughter found a Monkey Jarvis Jr. table in Maine and she bought it for him.
Is it possible that, somewhere, there exists a
tiny Monkey Jarvis III Table?
One can dream...
