These hard times are beginning to hurt all of us. I mean we have to purchase gas to get to our next road block and keeping up the old flashing police car. At the end of the day, my family's haul at the traffic lights are hardly worth the effort. No one has much money to give us for Uncle Preacher Sam for 50 years, and now dying of leprosy from missionary work. I think we need to change his name to Priest O'Brian before we get to the Catholic district.
Then: Moshe Kuhn.
Gotta stay one step ahead.