Here’s another thing about driving: what’s the story on the handicapped placard thingamajiggys you see hanging from everyone’s rearview mirrors these days? It seems they give them out at every Circle-K in the state to any blue-haired retiree that walks in the door. Honestly, the old gal can barely see over the hood, let alone drive, and here we are hanging a big hunk of blue and white plastic four inches away from her nose and obstructing half of her field of vision as she tries to navigate a Lincoln Towncar the size of a shortbus through morning traffic. Stupid. Sometimes I think the guys running the DMV and taking bribes from the Easter Seal lobbyists are the ones who are handicapped. But that’s just me.
"Courage consists in the power of self-recovery."
Ralph Waldo Emerson