Obituary for our Age

Yesterday my part time job took me to Wabash to help out in completely re-organize the potato chip section at an average size grocery store.

In the evening we went to visit my parents who were camping at Oubache State Park.

When historians write of our age I am not sure what the more condemning fact will be:

  1. that we had to choose from 288 linear feat of potato chips
  2. or that we drove around “recreational vehicles” that offered better accommodation thanĀ  the vast majority of the world’s population had ever lived in.

Who says the age of decadence has died!

(In my parent’s defense, they don’t have an RV; just a pop-up camper.)

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