She's the one gal that can almost keep up., says ole Fabian as he wipes a tear from the corner of his eye -- not a tear due to sentiment, mind you, but rather a tear from the dust in my wake getting in his eye. . .
Newly
PS Of course, I could be wrong -- I did think for a while there that he might cry when he heard I'd been through Corvallis and merely waved as I passed by instead of stopping for . . . (fill in the blank, your guess is as good as mine, LOL).