(But then, pretty much everything is oddly frightening.)



I’m remarkably empty of rational (or any other kind of) thought tonight, but this story caught my eye.

You don’t often find me blogging about cars.

I’m not entirely sure I’d enjoy meeting the lady, as they describe her in the article, but she definitely has her own style.

Nearly 600,000 miles later, the 90-year-old Florida woman still drives her 1964 Mercury Comet Caliente every day.

I might note that you don’t generally find cars that old in Minnesota, because of the road salt. So don’t blame me for Mrs. Hermanson’s rust. It’s society’s fault.

Oh yes. I have a book out. You can order it here.