Well, after trashing my baby yesterday about moving to Minn., and working at Wal-Mart, I must admit I did raise up a fine young man.
He showed the good taste to ask the old man to check out a car that he wanted to buy. Now, I am not a mechanic, but used to wash cars when I was 14 and 15 for my scoutmaster, who, convienently, owned the Ford dealership in beautiful downtown Gig Harbor. Ears open, mouth shut, and you learn some stuff.
Oh, and since the title says "gub'mint foibles", I should point out that no children were harmed in that activity, which you must be 18 to do now, nor was I harmed picking strawberries when I was 10 and 11, a fact which again, the gub'mint, in an effort to create and perpetuate the entitlement class, has prohibited to kids. Wonder what they know that they find they must protect us from about that. Oh, yeah, that work has its rewards. For if we all had a good work ethic, then there would be far fewer dispensers of our tax money employed, now, wouldn't there. But I digress, and rant.
So, the kid is now a proud owner, along with BECU, of a cute silver Civic, even has a hole in the roof. Not a chick magnet, furshure, but it should serve him well, and of course papa is happy that he thinks enough of my opinion to ask me to check it out.
Commentary on local issues particularly gub'mint foibles and other stuff that amuses--or abuses--this author's mind. Not afraid to call a spade a garden implement, Mark bloviates on issues of the day and the high silliness of victimology. The author is a politician in recovery, now part of the solution, instead of part of the problem. He is old enough to know better, but still tries to be an 18 year old, in a sixty-something body. He has lived and loved in Washington State all his life.
About Me
- The Geezer
- Silly Seattle, Feminist Utopia of WA or the FU-WA
- My youngest affectionately calls me The Geezer. What more is there to say?
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