As a retired teacher, I recall attending endless workshops in which publishers would send their reps to peddle old wine wrapped in new skins.
About the time all of us decided it was time for Dad to surrender his driver’s license was when he said, “I’ve been driving for almost 50 years and have never had an accident.”
“Don’t you have better things to do?” I got asked that question about 55 years ago by then-Las Vegas City Police Chief Matt O’Brien as he stuck his pointer finger into my ear and gave it a slight tug.
“What’s your husband’s name?”
“Is he a Chicano?”
“Can he butcher a pig?”
“Oooo, then he’s a Gringo. Get rid of him.”