I’ll be hiding here. Now that election season is over, it’s time for prescription commercials talking about my disfunction.

“Political ads are over, we can come out now.”

Fire sale for the Romney campaign headquarters

Charlie was suspicious after a man knocked on his door and offered to clean the leaves out of the gutter of his van…

“We come from the land of the ice and snow/ From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow./ How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore,/ Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords. “

Twelve years, twelve long years, walking in the heat and rain, bedding down in the backs of dirty pick-up trucks and vans, slowly moving Norte, getting closer with each slow step, and now, finally, here in D.C., here in this market of fleas, Don Pepe pauses to breathe, to see how far he has come, the glass horse finally within his reach.

“On second thought, peeking my head out of a conversion van does little to shed this whole ‘creepy-guy-who-sells-tacky-crap-in-parking-lots’ image.

Economic downturn forces the A-Team to diversify revenue streams…

The “A Team” enters a new phase of retirement; street antiquing.