So we're driving down Central on our way home. I look to my right and see a very unshaven, very unkempt man dressed as the Statue of Liberty walking the sidewalk advertising a tax preparation center. And just as we pass, our lovely lady liberty turned toward the sidewalk bushes and let fly a gross glob of some sort of nasty spit.
Eew!
Now there's a metaphor to ponder this week - a hairy Statue of Liberty spitting on the bushes. Maybe Bruce Cockburn could work that into a song or something...
