A triple take, up in the air between Philadelphia and Miami.
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“Really? I never heard of her. I thought I was the only one with that name.”
“How has the recession affected your work?”
“It is definitely a problem, because people are tight with money, so I don’t make what I used to a couple of years ago. Still, I make a nice living, enough so it is worth it for me to do all this flying.”
“Have you considered the idea of selling over the web? That way you don’t need to keep any inventory on hand and just make everything in response to orders, at least until you build up a high volume of orders.”
“Yes, at one point I was thinking seriously of doing that. In fact I went out and bought the domain for my business name. Then I thought it over and decided I did not want to show my designs and run the risk of people copying them.”
“So I guess you are sentenced to life on the road forever, or until someone signs you up for that big singing gig.”
“Oh, I don’t mind it too much. As long as the flight attendants are respectful. I hate it when they lie to you, like saying they have no more blankets. Two things I learned from all this travel. One, there are always more blankets, in case some stuck-up person in first class wants his fifth one. Two, there are always vacancies in a hotel, although you may wind up with a room overlooking the dumpster. You just stand your ground, but without attitude, and nine times out of ten they will be reasonable.”
“Cool. I must say I admire your entrepreneurial spirit and your plucky outlook about having to travel for a living.”
“Thanks. I appreciate that.”
Suddenly inspiration struck.
“Oh, wait,” I interposed. “Now I remember which friend I meant before. They live out in Boca Raton, and their kids are four or five now. Do you have any age limit? Do you make clothes for children that age?”
“Four or five, oh no! This is strictly for adults. Why would you think kids that young?”
“Didn’t you say you make outfits for triplets?”
“No, not triplets. Strippers!” Darn those airplane engines are noisy.
A man of faith in a godless age is hitting Americans where it hurts.
Mr. and Mrs. American Spectator Reader, let P.J. O’Rourke talk sense to your kids.
In Britain, defending your property can get you life.
The debacle of this president’s administration is both a cause and a symptom of the decline of American values. Unless Congress impeaches him, that decline will go on unchecked. An eminent jurist surveys the damage and assesses the chances for the recovery of our culture.
It won’t take long for conservatives to scratch this presidential wannabe off their 2008 scorecard.
The American Christmas, like the songs that celebrate it, makes room for everybody under the rainbow. Is that why so many people seem to be hostile to it?
Was the President done in by the economy, or by the politics of the economy?
H/T to National Review Online