Saturday coffee with the cheeseheads.
We’ll stop at Mike and Susan’s and then we do a family caravan up to Madison.
We won’t be alone. Not by a long shot.
In every capital city in every one of the 50 states.
Damn, it feels good!
So when some guy sitting next to me at Peet’s this morning started talking about how public service unions had to give up their pensions I was in no mood.
“I’m a taxpayer!” the schmuck told me.
“So am I,” I say. “I get probably get taxed a larger percentage of my income than you.”
