Big-assed SUVs

At the health club this morning, a giant black SUV without handicap plate or tag had parked it's big ugly ass in one of the reserved handicapped spots. Plenty of other spaces around. Whenever there is a hint or rain or snow, this happens. Drivers make a pact with the devil.

When I came out of the club, same thing happened. A humongous black SUV was pulling into the handicapped space and a "soccer mom" type woman emerged--again not even a pretense of a handicapped plate or a tag. Hell, the vehicle was so obscenely big that a handicapped person wouldn't have been able to get in and out without a lift. Makes you want to "key" the car or at the very least "egg" it.

I do not have a handicap except for a proclivity to do stupid things lately, which we won't go into.

My Fair Lady was wonderful. Sets were charming and clever, actors, singers, dancers, all in top form. Such a nice evening. The Opera House is so rocococo gorgeous. We were there eons ago when the paint was peeling off the ceiling and the stuffing oozed out of the broken down seats. A whole different experience, now.

My next post will be a paragraph about each of my "for sale" books in order that readers (and there are some) will know what I'm am always yammering about.

Off to eat a healthy breakfast.

Grapeshot, not Grapenuts, although sometimes I wonder.