I like Communists, too. Gin or vodka, OJ, brandy, and lemon refreshes me.

We Americans are very diverse. You'll usually discover that generalizations rarely hold up.

I didnt think you americans have the word 'autumn' gold - time. Thats what i noticed.
It stood out like a thumbs-up!

Leaves fall down from trees, I suppose.
Neither Autumn or autumn is red-lined by my spelling checker.

Did I misspell? Failed to capitalize.
I don't like "Fall." I always want to know, fall from where?

Hey Herb my cobber , you wrote "autumn" - jus' sayin' i noticed.

I like Carlsberg. It's delicious!

Me dino be a rootin'-tootin' truck drivin' man 'cause me done kinda drove a 16-wheeler around a couple of city blocks.
Every time I took a corner the instructor kept all but yellin' "Watch the trailer Watch the trailer."
So I'd look into the rear view in time to see that my trailer just did miss another telephone pole.
So me dino not know why he kept gettin' his panties in a wad. A-huck! A-huck!

I can always say, truthfully, that I used to drive a big rig. (kinda)

I'll be saving that for future use.
I forgot to mention that truck driving school went out of business very shortly after I left.
Guess all those so-called trucker driver teachers went back to the truck driving they were better suited to do.
If not better trained. Ahem!

I tell guys like that, "My name's Herb, but you can call me Mister --

The first time I backed up a rig, I did it perfectly.
After that I never could get it right.
A so-called teacher said, "You need to do better, bub."
Now instructive.
Bub?
Half my age and he calls me bub.
I call him a disrespectful teacher fail.

Thanks.

Let's celebrate the ones that are still laboring- today I have a bunch of fun intellectual work to do, unfortunately without my computer since it's in the shop. I've always enjoyed Labor Day because it gives me another free day, with time to do what is productive AND what I want.

When my grandson was in high school, he called the school buses "cheese-wagons."

I tried driving a big rig for a small company and I guess they would hire anyone. I figured that since I could drive 6 wheelers and bob-tails I could drive a semi. Half the time I didn't know what gear I was in. And then, backing up -- forget about it!

Sounds like the "Crankshaft" cartoon. You should take up driving a school bus.

Make it happen so that your grave marker says, "He tried to write, and he did."

Yeah, its the tail spikes that's really bad when a stego is still alive.
My old pal Dino Dusty bit the dust when my pack dragged down this critter.
RIP good ole' Dusty. We feast in his memory.
My pack packed good ole' Dusty into the freezer.
Maybe we'll have him for Thanksgiving.
You see, dinos don't do memory beyond a fortnight or so,.

I once quit a truck driving school and got another security job.
Weeks later I was recognized at a gate of a Mercedes plant as a Wackenhut security guard.
Truck driver said his company sent him to that school for a refresher course.
He said he did not blame me for quitting because it was a very crappy school.
Well, that made me feel better about quitting.
I also thought truck driving was not for me but now I'll never know for sure.
And it's gonna stay that way.
I'll be 70 next March, I inherited some money that supplements my retirement plan and so I'll just stay retired.
I have a T-shirt that says~
I Don't Want To.
I Don't Have To.
You Can't Make Me.
I'M RETIRED
I have another that says Fat People Are Hard To Kidnap but that's getting off-subject. .

Watch out for those back plates and those tail spikes, they're a killer.

I'm gonna keep my eye on the ball.
I've spent too much of my life jumping from one enthused idea to another with stacks of half-written paper to show for it.
Last month I threw away a bunch of disks because the old word processor I used to use before I got my first PC no longer works.
Besides the "Chasing Little Red" novel I'm working on in "documents," there is a half-written "The Mad Hatters" (about futuristic government mind control) that I became unenthused about.
I can run off the names of other novels I've started to write though my long years.
My grave marker may say, "He tried to write."

Why not? : )

Me dino got stegosaurus ribs to gnaw on.

For a short while during the very late 80s there was
a manual transmission car I could only start by rolling downhill and popping the clutch both at home and the prison I used to work at.
Fortunately my preferred gas station had a hill on one side of it also.
I finally traded that beast in.
Later as a semi-retired bank guard standing out front in downtown Birmingha at the start of this decade, I watched a grown fit and able-looking young man have a mobile repair service change his flat time.
As a teenager I could change a flat inside of five minutes due to the great crank jacks they had back then.
Old achy dino can still change a flat with those modern wind-up forever toy jacks that now come with cars.
Late in the last century me dino showed a young man how to jump off a car.
"Red is positive and black is negative," me dino explained.
Maybe I should have asked him who we fought during World War Two. "China" I once heard someone on TV say.