When I was a kid my mom had a big pressure cooker. I remember that it had a little valve on top that constantly spit out steam. I was so fascinated by it that once I reached up and gave it a tug. Damn that steam burned.
Right now I am using my little blog as sort of a relief valve. At the moment Mark and I are bitching and screaming at each other because I left our car at a Chrysler dealer near here to get the a/c fixed. Unfortunately I didn’t check with ‘Yelp’ for reviews of this place. It seems that it rates a one star out of five. From all the reviews I have read I’d say that I turned my car over to a den of incompetent thieves. Incompetent because after three days they still can’t fix my car, and thieves because it seems they over charge often. Mark doesn’t go anywhere without checking Yelp, whereas I plunge headlong into everything. We still don’t have our car back, but when it is time to pick it up I am turning everything over to Mark. It should be interesting. Remember, he grew up in the Bronx and New Jersey.