crisp and clean

Maybe today I will get my thrice-rinsed laundry off the line. My neighbors will probably appreciate the effort. When my washing machine broke a few weeks ago, my father ambled over from his house next door and twisted the knobs around. No dice. So I called Jake Johnson, and within five minutes he was at my door, tool kit in hand. Five minutes later I had a working machine! And the price was right--Jake told me to buy him a beer sometime. Ah, Ocracoke . . .