Between the Lines

So goodbye Golden Brick RoadWhere the fops of Capitol Hill howlI’ve had enough of The White HouseAnd silk-suited dopes on the prowlSo long to the marble facades everywhereAnd “Leaders” who just don’t howMy family is leaving the Beltway behindAdieu to the Golden Brick Row-oh-odAhhhh ah ah ah ah… By the time the July 4 fireworks briefly bedazzled before falling as ashy embers, a big, honkin’ moving van carried the contents

Good morning, all. Ok, ok, let’s settle down. Although the thick snow cover says otherwise, welcome to what’s ironically called the “Spring Semester.” Exactly! Just like referring to last semester as the “Fall Semester” when that first week was hot as Hades and humid as Honduras. Be that as it may, welcome back. Hope you all brought your pencil case and a “Jonny Quest” lunchbox. No? How about a Trapper

Scraping hardened food off dishes with sweat and detergent-laden steam beading on me brow, emptying long-fermenting buckets of fish heads and guts amid a cloud of squawking, peckish gulls, stamping prices on canned goods for hours on end, collecting fetid restaurant refuse, piled haphazardly under a searing sun, and truckin’ it to the dump in a squeaking, rattling powder-blue pickup named “Gladys.” With summer on the wane and Labor Day