At last weekend’s parade, an elderly lady came dancing up to me.
“What IS this? Who ARE you people?”
“We’re the School of HONK!” I smiled back.
“Oh! And what, or where, is ‘Honk’?” she asked, curiously.
I paused a moment.
“The School of HONK isn’t a thing or a place,” I replied. “It’s a way of life.”