ok, now u've actually demonstrated some Bridgeport/Lupe's street cred with that 'melonheads' reference.
when it first came to me in grammar school, and i asked the elder yankees in my family aboot that, they were all like 'of course, the melonheads are there. u gotta watch out for them.' and since they had hooks into renting horses and stuff there since the Civil War, i believed them.
im still not sure aboot all of that. i think that they lied to me cuz i later learned that The President did not, in fact, pass a special law declaring that children in Bridgeport must go to school or lose all dinner privileges.
too risky to argue that one. i do like to eat.
of course, like folks in Columbus' times, we believed that the Merritt Parkway defined the edge of the known world, and if u biked past that, a melonhead might just eat you.
the only dudley we knew was that canuck riding a horse, always unwrapping ladies tied to a train track by some bad guy who looked suspiciously like our principal.