Amos Hart--Samson Effect

  
   "Amos Hart--Samson Effect"
  
   Amos Hart did a 40 punch in the Cutlass, the 350 igniting to life through hammered acceleration, and Bucko's tongue not flapping, but safely inside as the granny's old cruiser cranked it up to ninety in no time, and there was no lawman to see the Oldsmobile thunder.
   Thought of Samson.  They need a Samson prayer card.  Have Freedom of Religion in America, like in Rome at one time, and plenty.  The Neptune Festival or whatever it was that Amos' Uncle used to tell him about--how cool is that, and weird, for does your town have a Neptune Festival, and some do!?!
   All the gods were present for Amos; plus, all realities.  There was no other choice.  A journalist has to make cracker jack decisions, meet a deadline, drink sour mash out of an F. Scott Fitzgerald flask and be a degenerate spy, at first; next, the levels of sublimity kick in, and you no longer wear a trench-coat, waiting on the cape, or maybe even a mustang to ride on.  The point doesn't matter if you don't know who shot the arrow.  Amos ate a gingerbread cookie as he drove, and kinda fast.  It was great for a man to multi-task.  Unless of course he was watching STAR WARS, or ingesting the purely instrumental frequencies of Bach.