I would have gone with Day 3 of Writing 101’s assignment, but this is more important, so, welcome back to what appears to be a feature with no end in sight. I’m not even trying anymore, they just *appear*. These things seem to be cropping up like mushrooms. Still, I do feel a responsibility to show everyone the truth about this area’s weird vanity plate fetish. So, here we go, again:
The reality of my situation has started to sink in and now I’m just counting the days until the Powers That Be silence my reportage . In the meantime, I feel duty-bound to bear witness to this automotive farce. Riis, Sinclair, Steffins, and Tarbell would have been proud.