In a fit of anger and humiliation, I drove all the way home from the trip, two long days of endless highways to navigate, an endless supply of idiot drivers to vex me, and an endless whine of “Are we there yet?”, mostly uttered by me as I had had it up to HERE with this trip practically before we pulled out of the driveway. Arriving back home at long last, I locked myself in the Mogambo Bunker Of Solitude (MBOS), which is, of course, not to be confused with Superman’s Fortress of Solitude, in that, for one thing, I … Continue reading Where’s Peter Schiff When I Need Him?