Drive My Car
I love to drive. I actually don’t mind the one-hour commute to Baltimore each day during the week. But that love is being tested.
First of all, there are the gas prices. You know the drill – too much money, ripping us off, alternative fuels, yada, yada, yada.
Just like everyone else, I gape in amazement when I see a station has pushed its prices up 10 cents a gallon in a day. You can bet they haven’t lowered the price of hot dogs inside, helping us all make ends meet better. That would be a nice gesture.