As school is set to begin, my truck and I are both screaming down the road again. Actually, it is I doing the screaming. (I call it singing if you recall from a past rambling. I look it as a form of self-defense. It sends deer flying. It works better than the little black things people stick on the roofs of their cars.) As I pass the Shell station I moan a little at the state of gas prices. Trucks do not do well in the gas mileage department. Each trip into work gets a little pricier. I suppose I could take my van. But, it is a mini-van, not a truck. My wife laughs at my weak stab at masculinity. So she suggests, take the horse.

Welcome to Ramblings. This technically is not my first post featuring my thoughts as they appear in the Vermilion Standard newspaper. Previous post are under the LiveJournal site. I wanted to collect them here under my own domain since I’m paying for this thing.

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