After only being signed up to receive his newsletters a few months, I am impressed at the amount of work that goes into the communication efforts of my congressman and his staff.
I’m sure he doesn’t sit down personally and write out each newsletter but each one definitely feels like he has a hand in it.
This month is a very lengthy read but worth it if you have the time. With the promises of cutting pork barrel spending it is both interesting and saddening to see the list of where the new proposed stimulus package money will be spent.
A basketball court in Ohio? Replacement of older cars for federal bureaucrats? Museums? Skate parks? Amtrack? $1 Billion for freaking Amtrak?!
I created a page to see it all if you’re interested. Both sides of the aisle should be upset at much of the following list.
Our mail courier is a tad bit unreliable. There are days when he delivers the mail before noon but you can count on those days being the ones he only carries a fistful of bills. More often than not, he’s a post-lunch type of worker and recently I’ve even wondered if he’s decided an afternoon siesta is in order before delivering my goods.
Though antiquated, and a huge drain on our wealth as a nation ($2.8 Billion losses in 2008), most everyone still likes to get snail mail from time-to-time. Even me. Especially when said letters are from clients who have paid their bill on time – a rarity, I have figured out.
Monday I ventured down our driveway like most other days to check our nearly white mailbox to grab the usual handful of direct to shredder/recycle bin and bills. As I was climbing back up, I was taken back for a moment by a single, nondescript white letter addressed to me with the return address only listed by name. The envelope was greeting card sized and was hand addressed in black ink. The piece of mail wouldn’t have stood out in any pile but almost literally jumped out of my hand once I saw the sender.
My mind raced as I walked back towards the house. (more…)
I would only actually use the word wicked if I was born and raised on the south side of Boston. And even then it’d sound much more like wick’d as in – wick’d smaht. But since I wasn’t, the title of this post is just copied and pasted from another article of a pretty wick’d sliding house in England.
England is on my list of places to visit one of these days. I’m planning my trip for the day after I receive my bailout money.
