Tuesday, September 22, 2009

In my prosperous dream

I watch a young baker on the screen, chatting with me. Baker lives a mile away and has lots of baking fans. He bakes a batch of our favorites, bags them up for use and the robot puts my carton of goods in my mail box within the hour, for a buck.
Are you going to make me say it? OK, Silicon, rubber and asphalt!

Say hello to Ray LaHood.

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