I want to talk to you about a Big, Blue Car.

No, this is not an attempt to thwart copyright infringement against the Wiggles.  I am not making a competitive entry into the child’s entertainment market.  I am instead talking about my grandma’s signature car, the mother of all cars.  The 1984 Chevrolet Caprice Classic. [Read Column]

It’s Valentine’s Day.

For some reason this day always conjures up these unrealistic and callow modern ideals of what love should be.  Images of Prince Charming driving up in a Porsche and dropping diamonds on his woman like their were red hots.  Or the girl next door with size DDs that has a strong motherly instinct, but a secret inner slut.

Well, that’s not going to happen.  You know why?  Because that’s not love.  That’s fantasy.  That’s puppy love.  You want to know what love is?  True love, in the trenches, hard fought, iron forged, tried and tested l-o-v-e?  Listen up, my peeps – the Love Doctor is about to speak.

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