Tuesday, July 14, 2009

And from Fort Payne, Alabama

Merry Christmas...uh...don’t worry. It’s just a disease I have. Every time I see some words or hear a phrase, a song runs through my mind. It makes me nuts to eat at Ruby Tuesdays just because I can’t stop singing the song. (Who could hang a name on you ?)

Anyway, I am in Fort Payne. No one has mistaken me for Randy Owen since my hair turned gray. Hopefully I’ll be home tomorrow to write something a little more profound. Until them you can read There’s a hole in my airplane (Dear Liza, Dear Liza) for the aviation crowd or a couple of short entries from Krugman.

A trivial but telling example

A $1 trillion bargain

Don Brown
July 14, 2009

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