Ephemera Some stuff that doesn't fit anywhere else on this site.
I'm in the persuasion business but I've got nothing on the owners of the motorcycles shown below, culled from For Sale ads on craigslist. Imagine
the spectacular feats of salesmanship that began with a pitch like “Honey,
I've got this quarter-ton object leaking explosive fumes, oil and battery
acid. Can I park it in the living room?”
I grew up near a tiny
town in Oklahoma. A
coal company devoured the countryside, then a Wal-Mart ate the town.
Every New Yorker had their
own means of therapy following 9/11. This
was mine.
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