is a rotund man with a belly like Santa Claus. I believe he plays the part once a year for his lodge. A decent man, and a born politician- you have to be, to keep your customers happy, when you have a half hour to talk to them at a time.

he knows me fairly well by now, and when there’s nobody else in the house he usually comes across with a diatribe about the Way Things Are. He’s an old union boy, son of a classic liberal, who is disgustipated by the things he sees. He’s not too pleased about tomorrow, and he’s closing shop then instead of today.

his comments about Obama are unprintable.

Me, for my part, I’m happy to go to work today, because all the government workers are taking a day off.

Which means all the worst fucktards will be off the main highways. My drive to work will be a dream. Not MLK’s dream, mind you, but a dream.

Barber also tells me that the short haircuts are no longer succeeding in hiding the grey.

Have to go high&tight this summer and see what that does. Might end up shaving my head. I would have done already but my cranium is shaped somewhat like a topographical map of the Himalayas,all bumps and ridges and klingon-looking crap.