King of the Hill
last night, Bobby ticketed his family for environmental
infractions. As suburbs sprawl and Americans grow fatter, so do their
cars--bloated SUV bodies on
truck chassis, 8 mpg grocery-getters lined up like pigs at a trough in 7-11
parking lots. A third of the commercials were for trucks, minivans, cars.
The conditioning runs deep--how does one overcome the implanted need? Today
I saw a mint '71
Dodge Dart Swinger for sale, a thousand bucks. I ran a mental check on
my bank account. In high school on Long Island in the mid-80's, we used to
make fun of Darts. Maybe that's why I want it, even though I don't
need a car.