It’s on the other side of the tracks. Those unwilling to admit they are from there compensate by looking down their noses.
The rest of us just relish any visit back. Because there’s good times to be had in Stinktown.
You make your first cast at high noon, while chattin’ on the phone…
Gobblin’ on that swimming nymph, you never find yourself alone;
Swing past the CP Hole, then a tad downstream you roam;
By twelve forty ‘n change it’s two down…
And you might as well head home.
MG signing off (from Stinktown)