Oh Zito! My Zito! Our fearful trip is done.
How often do you encounter the word “gallop” in your daily life?
I have no idea what the answer is for me. I’m awful at these things. But it’s somewhere north of “occasionally” and south of “a lot.” It’s a decent amount.
But for the last seven-plus years, I only think of one thing when I hear the word gallop. Every time I hear the word gallop.
I can hear someone talking about...