Red Traffic Light
FASTER, FASTER, FASTER, see you at the next red light, fool.
Where have you gone, Captain Telegram? You are missed on the airwaves.
I thought the big ass staring me in the face on page 39 [Free Times, Nov. 1] was gone after a reprieve from a couple of issues. Innocently flipping through this week’s issue, my eyes are once again assaulted with the vision of that big ass.
When I go for a walk on my dirt road I pick up all the stuff that’s falling out of and falling off of your trucks, cars and trailers. You are losing stuff. Bolts. Chains. Tow balls. Brackets. Nuts. Tools. I’ve got it all.
USC students please note: You must STOP at stop signs and you must STOP at red lights before turning. Thanks a bunch. Let’s live!
I saw the paramedic gently removing your helmet as you lay in the middle of the street. Get well wishes to you. Thank God you wore the helmet.
It’s almost time to rejoice. Tax cuts