I’m disappointed in all your stars for your response.
what about recorder?
I missed it last year, but here’s mine. It involves snow delays, a plane full of pissed off Italians, and a fire.
Many years ago My super reliable 86 Chevy Caprice was brutally murdered by a guy in a Ford pickup who was trying to get to a scrap yard before it closed. He t-boned me and bent that poor car like a horse shoe.
(kinja’d) Waking Dream and contemplating my place in the universe. I watched people around me anxiously trying to shove their cars into non-existent spaces just so they can get into the lane that moves forward a car length every 35 seconds instead of the one moving every 55 seconds, because it will get them home so…
those black budget items gotta get money somehow.