We're Not In Kansas Anymore

Sorry for yet another short post. Work. It sucks. But a quick story nonetheless.

My mother-in-law watches my son while the wife and I toil away at our respective jobs. Everyday, I pick my son up, thank my wife's mother, and go home. Yesterday provided some odd scenery.

I got off the freeway near my house. Stopped at a red light, I heard some thumping, hardcore gangsta rap. Not uncommon in my neighborhood. I looked around expecting to see some teenagers or some big burly black man.

Instead, I see two 70 year old white men bobbing their heads in a Buick.