When one unpaid air traffic controller sneezes, America’s entire aviation system collapses like a soufflé in a wind tunnel. Flights vanish, pigeons unionize, and yoga mats replace runways—all because Bob forgot his Kleenex. Civilization sneezes, then politely grounds itself.
Ditto’s a quirky loner with a grudge, a Xerox machine, and a flair for anonymous threats. When love, money, and tofu collide, he hatches the perfect revenge—until a teenage tech geek complicates everything.
Using ancient Asian folding concepts I refined the concept of the tiny house so that all my possessions and living quarters can be contained in a bucket.
A twenty-seven-year old widow is helping to make it a misdemeanor to drive while talking on a cell phone throughout many North America communities.
Donna Babing, working with the Sierra Club, has also been behind legislation barring cell phone calls on federally owned wetlands.
Claude Cramp teaches an intensive course in urban driving skills to rich bitches.
Jaron: As a former employee of the Department of Motor Vehicles, do you enjoy your job?
Mr. Cramp: I love it. I specialize in helping the rich hone their driving skills.
