Husband is in no condition to travel 40 miles and come to my rescue - he's in the graveyard, with the other veterans. So, had to figure it out for myself. That de-rust stuff sure did help. Was really vexed, because the cop said i have to (use up more fricken gas and) go over there and show him that it's on. i don't need to be shelling out bucks for fines.
All because a... not going there.
Where i will go, here shortly, is into the other room, to get the hard-copy, and a pen. And write out some stuff that i'm not ready to post to the internet. There's "something" in the air. Back in the day, Bob Dylan sang about social change. Funny how, 50 years later, issues are so radically different, and yet, the hope, the purpose feels the same.
"Volunteers of America, volunteers of Americs ..." Jefferson Airplane
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