What would you do?
Spent an hour grinding bondo off the cab, the back corners. Not good. Methinks someone bought bondo at Harbor Freight by the case. I have to decide what to do about it, and as a rookie at body work I'm not in a position of strength. I'm also working on a budget, this is an area hidden by the bed when it's in place, and I'm not trying for a concours quality restoration.
The administration released a monster report today on climate change and its current effects on the environment. As expected, the news isn't good. Miami will soon be under water, the northeast is going to get slammed by snowstorms in the winter and tornados in summer, and Arizona will be 105 in January. All of this will happen because I didn't turn out the light in the bedroom yesterday and Pam brought home the groceries in plastic bags the store supplied.
It's our fault, and we all need to fix it now before our grandchildren die from heat stroke while they're drowning.
I admit to resisting the guilt trip they're sending me on when I read about air in China so bad that you can't see across the street at noon. Or Brazil where they burn rain forests at a few hundred acres an hour. If the U.S. could magically drop greenhouse gas emissions to zero in one day and eliminate plastic from anything and everything at the same time, would it make a dime's worth of difference? I read yesterday that the west coast is getting smog from China, another of their exports. If they've got that much to spare I'm not going to worry about driving a 50-year old car without a catalytic converter.
The Clippers may just be the team of destiny. And wouldn't it be cool if they won it all and their owner couldn't be anywhere near any of it?
Besides, I like Doc Rivers.

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