“Get this. What’s the difference between three hundred sixty-five blow jobs and a radial tire?” “Don’tcare!” I shouted. The four in the car all jumped. “One’s a Goodyear, the other’s a great year,” said Loomis proudly. He knew he’d nailed the riddle, no faltering this time, not a word out of place. “Where are you calling from?” I asked. “You called me.