We’ve come a long way, baby. On the right we have the Ford Explorer. For you millenials, pictured top left was the disastrous contraption called The Ford Pinto.
People howled over Pinto jokes for years but it wasn’t funny. The placement of the engine, in the rear, beneath the trunk or flip top back was terrible if you got rear ended. Dad survived the 70’s Oil Embargo and supported his brood of four daughters during a very rough time. Pinto and all.
I admit, I was spoiled. I certainly was certainly unprepared for the shocker of Bipolar Disorder, that’s for sure.
And I have a whole new way of dealing with mood cycles and other downers that come up in life. You could say I’m “Going Further.”
Any time I see something about the Middle East I read it. We as a country and especially me, have known so little for so long. I can’t wait to read Anna Secor’s “Children of Paradise” out of Iran. But this one was classic. As you know, Saudi Petrobucks have all but dried up. They used to send Egypt billions but now can’t afford to. To finish Egypt’s ecomony out was the disastrous shooting of the Russian Bound plane from the Red Sea out of the sky. They have lost 1.5 billion or more in tourodollars.
But the poor can’t even afford cooking oil or bread and it gets no play, none of our attention. Then a young, entitled wealthy guy goes into dealership to find his model is not available to drive out that day.
He gets a three page spread in the front Section of The New York Times….now tell me, what stunt do I have to pull to get that kind of fame and attention?