John Kass, Chicago Tribune
When President Barack Obama hauled off and slapped American small-business owners in the mouth the other day, I wanted to dream of my father.But I didn't have to close my eyes to see my dad. I could do it with my eyes open.All I had to do was think of the driveway of our home, and my dad's car gone before dawn, that old white Chrysler with a push-button transmission. It always started, but there was a hole in the floor and his feet got wet in the rain. So he patched it with concrete mix and kept on driving it to the little supermarket he ran with my Uncle George.
When President Barack Obama hauled off and slapped American small-business owners in the mouth the other day, I wanted to dream of my father.But I didn't have to close my eyes to see my dad. I could do it with my eyes open.All I had to do was think of the driveway of our home, and my dad's car gone before dawn, that old white Chrysler with a push-button transmission. It always started, but there was a hole in the floor and his feet got wet in the rain. So he patched it with concrete mix and kept on driving it to the little supermarket he ran with my Uncle George.
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