Three colors, six tenuous linksWritten by Holmes Charnley
It was Christmas Eve last year that car carrier, Tricolor, was issued with a wreck removal notice. Having been crashed into by a ship trying to overtake it, it has been lying there a wreck ever since. I know how it must have felt.
I was issued with a wreck removal notice on Christmas Eve also. I felt a wreck, that much is true. I’d been at that vodka night before, one that had made local papers because it was dangerously wrong, overly strong and should you have any in house, to take it straight back for a product recall scenario. Hmm …
So there’s me sorting out tree, with kids belting around house and this letter of eviction comes through door saying:
“I am sorry to have to inform you that landlord has decided to sell property in spring and therefore will not be renewing your tenancy at end of initial six-month period.”
The letter went on, apologetically as waves broke over my upturned bow… I never could wrap presents. That one about bow was tenuous, I’ll grant you. Still, let’s press on, eh?
A couple more ships ran into this car carrier before shipping lanes got message and gave it a wide berth, so to speak. The second of these ships being a tanker carrying kerosene, a substance only marginally less dangerous than that vodka I’d been at. This tanker got itself rather ignominiously stuck on top. The kids caught sweetheart in a similar position but there we are. It was Christmas. I’m sure they’ll have forgotten by now.
Poverty Can Be ErasedWritten by Mark Brennaman
I'm back at my restaurant enjoying a nearly cold cup of coffee (without whitener) as I began to read one of back pages of my newspaper.
The top article had a title like Pentagon Spending Under Review. The story had something to do with hammers, toilet seats and coffee makers, or something like that.
Further down on page, a headline caught my attention. I think it read Homeless Population Rises. What followed was frightening.
At very bottom of page was this tiny little advertisement for Tool Liquidators, Home of Ninety-nine Cent Hammer!. Well, it all fell into place after that. I paged waitress for some more coffee and figured this out.
Tomorrow, government sends agents of FDIC, FEMA, NRA, and even all local dog catchers to every homeless shelter and to every welfare office across country. Their job is to deliver to every adult in country at or below poverty line a booklet of vouchers.