Yesterday was a tough day for Mike.

Mike is a mechanic and he knows a lot about cars, but not a lot about much else.  He is one of only four repair guys in his one horse, two stoplight town.  

He goes to a local diner for supper after work most everyday unless a schoolbus needs a repair, or a similar emergency. He likes one of the waitresses, whose nametag says Sally, but everyone calls  her SJ, for Sally Jean.     

I think Mike would have bought her a birthday present, or at least a card if he knew it was her birthday, but he didn't know that.  At least not until 4 pm, when he was clocking out and one of his co-workers mentioned it to him.   His friend was probably trying to help, knowing that Mike likes SJ and all.

So, Mike who is not exactly a planner,  didn't know what to do, so he drove around town a couple of times thinking and when he decided he should buy her flowers he realized that he would…

I've been thinking about the double standard in this election: so, let's enter the imagination machine, step right up Ghouls and Boyars and bring your akavit, vodka, pot, meth, whatever.

Let's reverse the sexes.

Donna Trump is now a GIRL. She has a VAGINA and a VULVA and she acts JUST THE SAME....

... and uh, well, isn't that just like a woman? Fuck, the way she throws tantrums and all those emotions and not only is she…

The first car I actually owned was an English Ford Anglia, which was part of the whole life changing experience of being actually, formally, married. I'd quit college within a half semester of the teaching training that would have welded me forever into the dreadful chains of the bourgeoisie, finagled my way out of military service, and there I was, a confirmed rebel driving to my first real job loading trucks in a dry goods warehouse. I was unused to a stick shift and…