Time to say good-bye to 2004, and welcome 2005. I've been writing CTA Tattler Tales since June. And you've been with me all the way. Thanks for reading and contributing.
We close this year with a truly bizarre story from James. Thanks, and watch for those matronly Gold Coasters on cell phones:
As the holidays neared, only a week away, a large crowd entered the 151 Sheridan bus north on Michigan, at Chicago. Sitting down in the middle of the bus was this Gold Coast gal. She was somewhere in her 40s, wearing a full mink coat, loudly talking on her cell phone so all can hear.
As the bus neared Chestnut, the conversation turned to the blood mold growing in the middle of her chest, "like a unwanted third tit" -- with a follow up statement about how much she payed five years before for the "costly improvement on the original two."
She belted out all this information, in a Ethel Merman tone, how her skin doc past away two years before and has not found any one she had liked since. But now the blood mold is quickly reaching puberty and a removal had to be done before Christmas Eve.