James Howard Kunstler is like a breath of fresh air in a stifling hot... [think before you write Bernie] ...I guess I mean wherever in any small, enclosed space it gets stifling hot. He once again hits the nail right on the point where it gets driven home. It's about all our tomorrows again -... Continue Reading →
Waiting… Waiting…
I can't find anything much to write about recently. Oh, I hurt my back in the garden last week, which has slowed me down a bit, and I am living in the area where the police were hunting a pair of desperados last week, or desperately hounding a pair of itinerant farm workers, depending on... Continue Reading →
Not Something Else 