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	<title>The Pontificators &#187; Humboldt</title>
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		<title>Lucy would have whacked them with her cane.</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 15 Mar 2009 03:48:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[“Honored Citizen” my buttocks.  That&#8217;s what it says on the bus, on that sign where it lists all the ticket prices.  And as though to rub it in, they lump us in with the students.And what is with these kids anyway?  They get on the bus with their pants all tight in [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">“Honored Citizen” my buttocks.  That&#8217;s what it says on the bus, on that sign where it lists all the ticket prices.  And as though to rub it in, they lump us in with the students.<span id="more-140"></span>And what is with these kids anyway?  They get on the bus with their pants all tight in the wrong places, belts that you could use to tenderize a chicken.  They got hair the color of neon crayons that have melted out on the patio because even though you told your kids fifty times to pick up the damn crayons, they didn&#8217;t, so they melted and made a mess that the dog tried to eat and now he&#8217;s puking on the kitchen linoleum.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I&#8217;ll tell you what would be honored, if the kids with their hair got up out of the front seats and moved to the back when we got on the bus.  No, they just sit there, their headphones on, pushing buttons on a phone, and I gotta try to make it to a back seat while the bus is lurching and bouncing.  Kids aren&#8217;t brought up right anymore.  They don&#8217;t respect nothing.  Eyes on their buttons, music blasting their ears, in their own little world at the front of the bus.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Hmp.  I don&#8217;t know.</p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I miss Lucy.</p>
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