"You think you've got it bad? They're already paying 12 bucks a gallon for gasoline in Gofishistan." This won't impress us, and you're likely to get this response: "Sure, but the Gofishtanians have free health care, and their 100 mpg cars are made of re-tooled cuckoo clocks."
"Here, was the Union Station I remembered ... the big cavernous room that led you to all the trains, but now it had a reception desk, lots of empty space, two open dining areas, and led to the giant mall, parking garage, and the trains, trolleys and busses. I felt that half the city of Washington was in there with us."
A teenager describes being bombed by the Japanese on
December 7, 1941.
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