I bought an old car one time and I was so happy. It looked great. It looked perfect. Everybody that I worked with thought I gotten a great deal. Operating from memory, I rode in that car exactly one time, and I say rode because the way I remember it, my wife did the driving. That is still the way it works in our house, by the way.

So, what went wrong?

Well, one thing that I learned at the ripe old age of nineteen was that sometimes looks are decieving.

Now nobody likes being skinned, so off I go to get the seller to make it right. I wasn’t the brightest nineteen year old in Mannheim Germany, so there was lots of fancy talking and in the end I had a beautiful shell to drive, with nothing inside to make it go. I finally  got rid of the car. The price paid for this? We got a moped. My first motorcycle was a moped.

Another thing that I learned very young was that people will look you right in the eye, dead in the eye, and lie to you.

Through the years I’ve learned a good many things, and just like that sweet little VW beetle, almost everyone of them come with a story.

Congress paid seventeen million dollars out of their own personal slush fund built with tax payer dollars to keep their sexual  indiscretions secret.

Sometimes I think that Washington is a lot like that VW, but I guess they don’t don’t like stories.

Unless they come out of Alabama.

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