Haunted Father’s Day
Just before I woke this morning, I dreamed I was in my father’s room in the house I grew up in.
Just before I woke this morning, I dreamed I was in my father’s room in the house I grew up in.
I bought a carton of eggs this morning. The checkout register printed a seventeen-inch-long receipt.
From a League of Conservation Voters email alert:
BP has spent tens of millions in lobbying and cozying up with the politicians that should be protecting us from the kind of corporate greed that caused the widespread damage we’ve only begun to understand in the Gulf of Mexico.
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