Holmes

Sometimes you eat the duck, and sometimes the duck eats you. Though I think it's the year of the phoenix or something like that. So your chances of being eaten by a duck are pretty slim. Not as slim as say running into a vermillion colored horseless carriage driven by Nestor Holmes. Granted, stranger things have happened. So next year sometime the word garage will be superseded. I have a carriage house in my backward. It's also a garage. Someday it'll be an ecohaus or some whacked out fuzzy new hardcore retro name for a place to park your car which is not your car.

Then again maybe I'm off here and we'll simply keep making bigger vehicles until we reach the point where everyone drives an RV like a royal coachman to work so that they don't feel cramped and lost without the most valued possessions conveyed within. That solves the naming problem quite nicely. Also the problem of property tax. Though I supposed local government won't be too keen on letting RV park everywhere without getting there cut. This is really why you're starting to see the backlash against wal-mart. You see, if they really hold to their word and you get free parking in any parking lot at any wal-mart, what you've really got is your own tax-free zone, spread across the country. Not that I'm proposing freedom loving individuals run out buy and RV and start spending all their free times living in wal-mart parking lots. Not at all.

I wonder where you'd register to vote? Guess it doesn't matter much. The board of directors aren't really beholden to voters, just shareholders. Well, goodnight sweet democracy. Good morning corporate america.