On Sunday I was behind a pickup truck that had one of those “Buy American” bumper stickers — I think this one said “Still not out of work? Keep buying foreign!” or something like that. The interesting thing is the truck was at least twenty years old, maybe closer to thirty. It was from one of the American Big 3, but I couldn’t tell which one because the nameplate was gone from the back after years of wear and tear. OK, maybe the driver also has a 2009 Ford Focus in his driveway; I kind of doubt it, but stranger things happen. Just from what I could tell on the road that day, he hadn’t bought American any more recently than any Honda or Toyota driver.
I'm a longhaired almost-hippie stuck in the inner suburbs of a major rust-belt metropolis who's thoughtful, creative, and kind of geeky. In exchange for a paycheck I run around in a cubicle maze most days. When I escape, I play music, hang out in coffee houses, dink around on the computer, take naps, and think I should be off in the woods somewhere. Every once in a while I get in my car and drive far, far away, though I've always come back so far.
Blogs I Follow
- Tales From B.F.E. (or How I Learned To Stop Worrying and Love The Guitar)
- Life, And Other Natural Disasters...
- Too old to die young
- I only buy it for the articles.
- Patio Boat
- The Wolf Mama's Kitchen
- mark's journal
- A songdog's new world of random thoughts
- The WordPress.com Blog