May I get some help here? Why would Ford even bother to make a RWD version? Anyone who buys this truck has a heapin' helpin' of vanity and would want every last gewgaw. Somehow I am not seeing them saying “no RWD option? Dealbreaker!”

First Italian wine lesson I was taught: good enough for them, good enough for you. 

Yes! Bloody wallowing in your personal failure! I'm a crap driver, let's go for a spin. 

It's just not been the same since Tailhook. 

All of this messed me up, so I took a week off this site, oddly aided by the storm spell check will not support. 77 hours without power, though I have a generator.  Marnie, the game is still distancing yourself from the drug. 

I will show my age to you. When I started in legal practice, you were considered a wimp if you didn't order a drink at lunch. The senior partner in my office always ordered a Bloody Bullshot. It still sounds gross 30 some years later. 

Have you lived through it?

Sounds like a mix between AA and NA. In my last inpatient, there was tension between the old alkys and the young druggies. Not that the young kids didn't want to quit, but they hadn't lost as much and still possessed a degree of defiance. 

The AA model has been dead in the water for a long time. God or whatever will not fix you. Take it from a double inpatient guy. I could sing you the 12 Traditions in basso profundo. Find a way to escape that which drove its manifestations as best you can. AA is however right in that it will always pursue you. I found…

Realizing lucidity... appreciating the sun setting over the hills. Things I used to enjoy but were no longer of any value. That’s how I got it. That being said, many must hit “bottom” before making the decision to pursue recovery.

Price Chopper stores in northern NYS and western NE carry them too. 

Same here. I have to admit on the way over the border I always wanted to use this Steven Wright line but really didn’t need the week in jail:

Maize and blue in a world full of scarlet and gray. 

The one time I took the tour no one tried the joke. The intersection between Alamo visitors and Pee Wee fans has to be terribly small especially by now. 

My innocent childhood memory of near a half-century just whizzed into the Twilight Zone.

I've been there twice, never in the summer. Heat haze rising off the asphalt is my main memory. The next is realizing the Alamo gift shop is more impressive than the building itself. 

Nope, no joke. Every year we would go to the beach on Lake Huron. Every year my mother would bring a jar of Whiz. Every year it took no more than two bites of the Ritz before you needed a flush with Kool-Aid.

I was doing fine until you brought up the repressed childhood memory of sand in the Cheez Whiz.

Is the fishing good?

The Necco wafers segment on “How It’s Made” showed the pipes so duly marked on the inside. No surprise the building is now occupied by a pharma research lab.