That’s right, new year, same old shit. I hate to rain on your parade and hate to rain on mine even worse but despite all the wishes of “happy new year” time marches on. My arthritis is still “itising” and I fear at the rate it progressed this year I will be whipping around my favorite mega-mart in an electric cart all too soon. You’ll know me, the old fart throwing his battery powered mode of transport into a four wheel drift as I turn down the candy aisle. I still have to take my high-blood... Sign in to see full entry.