When you left me all alone
At the record hop
You came back with lipstick on your collar
Told me you were going out
For a soda, soda pop
You came back with lipstick on your collar
On your collar, on your collar
On your collar, on your collar
You said it belonged to me
Made me stop and think
You came back with lipstick on your collar
Then I noticed yours was red
Mine was baby pink
You came back with lipstick on your collar
On your collar, on your collar...
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
They used to make newspapers here
Today the Detroit Free Press, my former employer, announced it would eliminate four days a week of home delivery by March 2009, restricting the comforting thunk of newspaper upon doorstep (sounds like a village in England) to Thursdays, Fridays and Sundays. The newspaper loses so much money that it can't afford to deliver on days when it loses the most. I can't really blame them (the Detroit News is in on it, too) but it makes me sad. So I paraphrase Matt Watroba's song title, "They Used To Play Baseball Here."
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