In 1979, Mom packed me and my two little sisters in her old Datsun and we hit the road. With pit stops, it took us two days to drive from Woody Creek to Denver, and we camped for the night on Independence Pass.
I’ve had enough. I’m sick and tired of having to pony up more money to support things like libraries, schools, libraries in schools… I pay taxes and that is where I want the money to go, not to the military industrial complex.
And yet, every day I wake up, go to work, walk the dogs, and check my inbox — only to get distracted by amazing deals on leggings… remember when we wore real pants? Remember when our president knew how government worked?…
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