Welcome to Bush-land. Please try to enjoy the next four years, while you ponder what exactly the GNP numbers will be based upon, considering that there are so few products produced in this country for export. What DO we make, exactly? Hell, we've started outsourcing the data entry for our tax returns to friggin' INDIA... and let's not even talk about the phone banks for tech support for our computer software and hardware producers. It doesn't matter. Oil prices will go up, car mpg's will NOT go up, SUV's will continue to be the model of choice until there is no more oil, until Alaska's drilled dry... Minimum wage will probably not go up, more people will go without insurance, drug and medical costs will continue to skyrocket, and those of us squarely in the middle class will continue to be bled dry to pay for the "war" in Iraq and the "war" on terrorism. Osama bin Laden will continue to thumb his nose at us, and will never be caught. Four years from now Social Security benefits will no doubt be teetering on the brink of extinction, and folks like my mother who worked to pay in most of her life will be left without a safety net other than falling back on family. Four years from now mathematicians will have to invent a new word to describe the national debt. Four years from now, unless he keels over in the interim, we'll have to face the specter of Dick Cheney running for president, and because the Democratic party is apparently a glutton for punishment, odds are good he'll be running against one or both of the Clintons. If you'll excuse me, I have to go throw up now... then maybe I'll see if I can't con a doctor into prescribing Zoloft or Prozac. Better living through chemicals, I always say.
Like a bad penny.... We used to scuba dive as our hobby, a hobby which eventually led to the procurement/construction of a small dive trailer to haul four sets of gear and four cylinders. It was a simple but elegant design - a box on a single axle frame, with the beginnings of a mural painted on both sides, and dive flags at either end. The kids had helped paint it, with Stephen taking special pains with the sharks. When we moved to Nashville, we sold it. We didn't dive as often, and we had no place to store it. Nearly ten years have passed since that October in '99 when we came up here, and I hadn't thought much about the trailer. I thought I had seen it the last time we went to Greenfield, but I wasn't sure. Then Saturday my mother-in-law called to say the neighbor across the street had our trailer for sale. The neighbor was asking a certain price, and we offered a little less. She called back later to say it was ours for the picking up. Sunday we made the trip to fet...
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