VASaviation posted the ATC radio traffic on YouTube. The pilots are surprisingly calm as they explain to the tower that some rando is walking on the runway toward them. I guess that’s why we trust them to fly us safely.

I had a retired friend who had the habit of not opening mail

The guy’s got a suspended license. You don’t get your license suspended for being poor. It’s suspended because you’ve done some things of your own free will that under state law, which applies to all equally, remember, requires the suspension of your license.

7.5 cents for shredder? I remember when it was 11 cent in our area years back, and at least two or three scrappers would drive our neighborhood the night before trash day.

are people that are not taking a whole lot of precautions in general

Yeah, it’s not like you can’t overeat, get drunk, gamble or see terrible live shows in your living room these days. And your living room is less likely to have slow-walking seniors getting in your way.

Two bottles of Michelob, midnight showing of Dawn of the Dead, 1979.  And yes, one dropped and rolled down.

Is any of it the director wanting to tell people, “hey, I’m worthy of doing actual movies, so hire me?”

I’m sitting here wondering what character in a Scorcese mafia movie would drive that. Maybe DeNiro’s character when he’s vacationing in Miami Beach?

My wife had that exact year and color.  The fact that this one is rust free means it must have been driven only in a desert and stored in a vacuum, because those Escorts started decaying off the factory floor.

Ouch!

I thought they gave up a few years ago.  I couldn’t find books for a 2015 Sonata or 2017 Kia.

This may not end well.

My wife spent an hour last night searching for her family’s traditional Christmas candy: barley sugar pops, ribbon candy, and some kind of mint covered in fake dark chocolate that her dad’s pharmacy sold way back when.

There is nothing comparable

When I was a kid, our company had a 1950s-era limosine to pick up people at the airport, and I’d ride in a jump seat when we drove it to Penn State games.  And my grandfather owned a 1973 El Dorado. It was like sinking into a luxury couch.

The PA state lottery has run the same Christmas commercial for decades—a snowy Christmas evening street scene, with friendly folks giving each other lottery tickets and carolers singing “The Twelve Days of Christmas,” substituting the names of lottery games for the gifts.

We’re a beer household, so wine is drunk only when family is over. Any leftover from a family fete is turned into Sauerbraten using the recipe from the 1990s edition of Joy of Cooking. (I don’t add the ginger snaps at the end; instead, I add the optional sour cream.)  Such sour sweetness.  Highly recommended.

Sure, but not on a vehicle that I would depend on to get me to work every day so that I don’t get fired and have to sell my wife and children into slavery and eat my dog to survive.

My dad made a plum pudding back in the 70s when I was a kid. I remember it was cooked in a sack, then lit on fire at the table. Which was cool, but the liquor flavor wasn’t friendly to a 10 year old's palate.