Resting from Our Labors
On this day that we rest from our labors, millions upon millions of Americans don’t have labors to rest from. Full employment? I don’t think so. Continue reading
On this day that we rest from our labors, millions upon millions of Americans don’t have labors to rest from. Full employment? I don’t think so. Continue reading
Bureaucrats spend their days coming up with novel ways to screw with you. Continue reading
“You’re going where to pick up that pickup???” Bowling Green, Kentucky. Continue reading
I need a new-to-me pickup truck. Used cars are still fair game so I’ve been looking for a used Chevy, F-f-f-f-f-f-ford, or GM pickup. I found a pretty nice 2013 Chevy sold by a Russian fellow on Long Island who called me from Baltimore. I checked out the seller (cops had never heard of him). CarFax OKed the truck. We made a deal. I sent him a deposit on Paypal. This story does not have a happy ending. Continue reading
I used to have a wonderful GE clock radio on my bedside table. Super-Heterodyne receiver. Direct entry keypad for time and radio tuning. “Woodgrain” finish. Gradu-wake. Two alarms, each with completely separate controls so I could set one to turn on the radio and the other the alarm buzzer. And did I mention direct entry? None of this tap-and-hold-and-hope-you-don’t-speed-past-the-time setting. It died, darn it. Continue reading