Sunday, April 26, 2009

THE DAY THE DESIGNERS DIED

A sad day as another classic American car is no longer in production. But for this old man it could have been much worse had this happened in those wonderful old days when you could actually tell a Pontiac from a Honda without getting close enough to read the emblem.

As a 40's kid I joined my friends in what was a yearly event called SPOT the latest work from the designers in Detroit. Believe it or not you kids of today, but you could actually tell the make of the car from it's design. One thing for sure, those cars are still considered classics and will be for many years.

Now after they shot all the automotive designers and Ticky Tacky cars were accepted by all the people in Ticky Tacky houses and Mc Mansions everything is OK because we do have cell phones and we can all get on twitter and face book and tell our friends when we are going poop.

I know it is hard for us old people to believe the giants of industry are now broke, but in the era of greed, when the owners of a company actually lived in the same town as their factory are long gone. They sold out to a group of GREEDY guys in a penthouse in DUBAI. So fellow former middle class, your tax dollars are not bailing out Henry Ford in fact they are doing OK, You are bailing out good old boy speculators and their lobbyists friends with good contacts in the den of crooks and thieves called congress.

WELCOME TO MY CAVE BY THE SEA

My name is Dave I was born July 12th 1933 in Mesa Arizona. I moved to Ocean Beach California in 2006. Thinking at the time that the best I could expect was to take walks along the Pacific and stay healthy. Then I got super lucky. I signed up for a free writers workshop in Point Loma, discovered I could write poetry. I always wanted to be a writer but used the old excuse that I had no loft in Greenwich Village or cabin in Key West, so could never be a writer. OB made me forget that lame excuse. Then I found the Drunk Poets Society and did spoken word poetry for the first time. Two years as a drunk poet, the on to stand up comedy. Awesome years ahead as the poet competes with the comic.