Aaaaahhhh. The melodic hum of an interstate full of automobiles. The stable sense of cruise control. The smell of rest-stop food (note, I didn’t say “taste”). The view of mile markers as I steadily progress into states where my individual rights and liberties shrink into socialist blackness.

Must be the Holidays!

Light-if-any blogging to commence!

While I’m gone … mind your manners (The “… and he knew what else he wanted!” gets me rolling every time. And how ’bout that cake!!):