|Mask and Ether|
American government still had statesmen (women weren’t yet well represented in politics), not the self-serving, hypocritical, venal dogma puppets who have brought us to the edge of ruin – and not just financially.
When I started in newspapers it was as a copyboy, sharing a city room bench with a few others, neatly dressed, shoes shined, and awaiting the clarion call, “Boy!” – the signal to spring up, run to the source of the bellow, catch the dropped sheet of copy paper “before it hits my out-box,” then deliver it where intended.
Detroit was the automobile capital of the world, and the latest models were oversized, high-powered, often two-toned, and had those pointless but sporty tail fins.
|Up the revolution!|
Now that this is rapidly becoming a rant, I think I’ll cut it short and return to the task at hand – our conversion from battle-weary urban veterans to peace-loving, homesteading country folk.
Besides, it appears some of you are awaiting word on Roxy. Things have progressed, depending on your point of view.