January 13, 2014
I see my son’s truck slide along the bottom of my window back and forth all morning long. This must be his day off. It is lucky for him that gasoline has become so inexpensive. Otherwise he would have to beg even more money from me and it is unlikely that he gets all he wants now. I don’t think he feels any better about it than I do. He seems to be caught between Jackson Browne’s longing for love and the struggle for the legal tender. I wish him better fortunes sorting that one out than I have had.