Now here’s an evocative photo: Workers at a Georgia Ford plant cheering the approach of unemployment, symbolized by the completion of the last Ford Taurus, seen here. It seems to be a strange emotion, until you think about it a little: We don’t call it “whistling past the graveyard” for nothing. Once more unto the breach. Irish wakes. Who wants to go out like a sad sack? There’s plenty of time for crying later, when you’re standing in the unemployment office. For now, give a cheer to 20 years of Tauruses, and remember where you were when it all ended.
Friends, I’m making a proactive decision. The weather is mild, the sun is shining, my workload is light (at least at this hour). I think I’m going to take myself outside in it and give you the short end of the shrift, or whatever. Take this opportunity to make the comments your playground. It’s not the end of my particular production line, but there are leaves to rake. TTFN.