The Forgotten American

If I read one more think piece about what constitutes a ‘real’ American, or what alphabetized or categorized or hypothesized list of attributes define a ‘real’ American, I’m going to scream. If I read one more newspaper article, or book blurb, or journal piece by men and women with glasses and thoughtful looks in their…

I Got Chills, They’re Multiplyin’….

I’ve had some crappy jobs in my life.  Trying to sound enthusiastic about selling frozen steak when I was in high school is right up there near the top.  Serving up blizzards with a smile and scrubbing toilets at Dairy Queen for $3.25 an hour probably makes the list too.  But by far the worst…