...my four rims are now safely at home in the garage, beside the stacks of other flotsam. And on the way there and back, I listened in on the funeral of Rosa Parks.
I must say, for an event where it is usual to compliment the deceased and strengthen the surviving, I don't believe I have ever heard such a large host of speakers so intent on self-congratulation and talking about what all they have accomplished. Certainly, it does take a remarkable amount of talent to simulataneously pat yourself on the back while blowing your own horn. But I also think that were the personal pronouns I, me, my, and mine stricken from the language, the ceremony would be only about a quarter as long.
Posted by Terry Oglesby at November 2, 2005 03:32 PMBut then all them fine members of our legislature would have nothing left to say. Hmm, that could be a good thing.
Posted by: Sarah G. at November 2, 2005 05:02 PMRe: Global warming. That Rev. J. Jackson done blowed enough hot air to raise all our temps sevral degrees.
Posted by: Tony von Krag at November 3, 2005 12:18 AMHas anyone noticed the extra rims lying around amongst the garage detritus?
Posted by: Jordana at November 3, 2005 11:01 AMNah. Hidden in plain sight.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at November 3, 2005 11:10 AM