Can't get my goat tonight. My younger boy is coming over to spend the night so we can get up at o-dark-thirty to play golf. Looks like I'm raising a capitalist. Kid has it in his mind that if he is going to be in the business school, he needs to learn to play golf.
Now if he turns Republican, I'll rip that '87 Chevy out from under him faster than you can say tax cut.
Regards,
D-Ray