Rats, that was The Road Warrior. Never mind...

Appropriate, since we are talking about Fords. (I wonder what the old Rouge River complex looks like these days).

Or, from the original movie: Last of the V8 Interceptors. Piece of history.

Piece of history, all right. Piece of history.

I love these stories. Apart from speaking English, the Mitfords and their set would have been about as far removed from my (mostly working- or lower-middle-class) family background as you can get. Yet I’m as fascinated by them as anyone else on this thread, for some reason.

It was Phyllis Schlafly’s movement as put an end to that, if I remember right. She insisted burning hooches and herding harmless peasants into “strategic hamlets” wasn’t ladylike. And who can gainsay her?

Yes, it is good, though I was actually thinking of a line in “I Second That Emotion,” by Smokey Robinson.

But to use a phrase that’s gotten very threadbare in this Year of Loathing: that’s setting the bar pretty low.

I can see sympathizing with her in the same way you might with the son or daughter of, say, a wealthy mobster -- assuming said sprog has no desire (unlike certain older siblings) to follow in their dad’s footsteps.

Why, thanks. Though can any of us be said to win anything until and unless Trump gets a one-way ticket to Loserville (as he might put it) on Nov. 8? I ask you.

Or -- since he is, after all, a coward -- who’ll bet on whether he’ll stand close to Hillary at the next debate and go into the “I’m not touching you” routine? I should make book on that.

In this context, a taste of honey would definitely be worse than none at all

I won’t watch, any more than I did the debate -- who wants to hear him drone on, amirite?

Makes sense -- after all, his other preferred tactic is that old standby, the “I-know-you-are-but-what-am-I?” counterattack. Never fails, in his mind.

Not just wild, but free. This incident, tiny though it seemed at the time, started a lot of dominoes falling. Just 40 days later (how Biblical!), the Berlin Wall was opened. Coincidence? I think not!

Gardening gloves. I take it one was wearing a right-hand glove, and the other the left?

As soon as I saw “Freehold Music Center,” I thought of Springsteen. The symbolism couldn’t be better. “Boss” nickname or no, he still speaks -- lo these many decades later -- for the kind of people who get ripped off by Trump and his ilk.

Ah, but the true Fat Man is, of course...

True -- but then, I wouldn’t want to take either in that circumstance. In another lifetime -- back when the mountains were cooling, roughly -- I occasionally took bennies, or as we called them, “beans”. The experience was generally no more pleasant than the time, much later, I was prescribed Ativan.

I’m guessing “benzos” is short for “benzodiazepines,” of which the most popular form is (or was) Valium. Quite different, obviously, to Benzedrine (“bennies”), but the similarly in names could be confusing, at least in short form.