No more sticker envy

It's about that time.

I've not been one to mark up my skin for eternity with tatoos or settle on a certain attitude, style of dress, or brand of car, shoes, sports team, etc. to uniquely and permanently identify myself.

Bumper stickers are like that for me. It's a commitment thing. The last time I had a sticker that I wanted to tag my car with, it said "Earth girls are easy" and it was circa 1990. But I didn't have a car that I thought would outlast the life of the sticker, so I didn't do it.

Last summer a "Rhodes for Sheriff" sticker decorated my bumper. But that was a joke and the car mostly sat idle in a Maryland townhouse complex parking lot until I yanked it off. (Ya see, Mr. Rhodes was a friend and I wanted to help out an Ole Blue Dog. But he lost.)

But, as I was saying, I do think it's time for a sticker. I bought it on the Mall in DC awhile back and thought I would give it to my father who attended the '72 Inaugral and who may or may not have misgivings about the existing President:

"I never thought I would miss Nixon."

That about says it all about the state of our current Administration.