Baby you can drive my car…and my first Reader Ad

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Baby you can drive my car

This is a diary entry of the third day of my going door to door. The last entry said I would not forget my pain meds…Ahhhhhh. I did yesterday.

I got an appointment for a hair cut at the Kenwood strip because I promised some darned bone doctor not to drive my car until October 30th. I was probably heavily medicated when I made that promise because that would prevent me from putting up lawnsigns in the far reaches of our 26 mile long city until 4 days before the election. I’ve been working my butt or pelvis off for three days straight to prove I’m worthy. I’ve learned my healing will take a little longer so, Claudia drove me, my flyers and lawnsigns to Kenwood Strip Mall where I would walk back down the hill to home…..I put my 1:00 pills in my pocket and promptly forgot them. My success putting up lawnsigns put he on a high until I hit 19th Ave E. Despite going downhill my legs were knackered. I took off my vest and heard the pills jangling in the bottle.

My mouth was too dry to swallow them. I saw a fellow sitting on his porch and probably made him nervous as I dragged myself in his direction. He kindly brought me a glass of life and I sat on his steps as we had a nice chat. He was a reporter who had seen the Newspaper Business evaporate away from him.

My better half does not want me to drive until I see Ortho. I’m hell bent to drive. While we wrestled over the keys I have plenty of busy streets to canvass before I need a car to reach them. As my easy walk became a trudge and I thought about how I can sweet talk myself behind the wheel I began singing the lyrics to the Beatle song “Baby you can drive my car.” I just hope I can and soon.

On the bright side……..My first ad appeared in the Duluth Reader. I’m pleased with it:

About the author

Harry is a ferociously good natured eccentric in Duluth Minnesota who detests traitors dressed up as Uncle Sam. You can find somewhat better edited writings of his at the Duluth Reader "contributors." page. The URL is:

https://duluthreader.com/contributors/h/84/284-harry-welty