blog/sprite.jpgI grew up in a small town north of Philly. Quakertown in the 80’s was the center of the known universe for everything muscle car and heavy metal music. There wasn’t a day that passed I didn’t see some “primer gray” Chevelle sporting chrome rims on the rear wheels and the factory steel wheels up front. The driver invariably had a mullet, smoked, and wore the black and white 3/4 length concert shirt.

Ah, the classic “townie” hoodlum. As a youth there really isn’t much to do in Quakertown except pass the time. Said activity usually consisting of trouble with the townsfolk.

This morning my father woke up to this wonderful image….

The concert shirt, mullet, and Chevelle have been replaced with baggy pants, skater-punk hair, and pick-up truck. The appearance might have changed but the nonsense stays the same.

As all good, law-abiding, citizens would do my father called the local yokels (aka, police) to file a vandalism report. Before they asked a single question about the incident they inquired if the vehicle was registered, tagged, and inspected. Always on the look-out for State revenue, those good ol’ boys…

There’s nothing like feeling crummy about your personal possessions being invaded upon and the police start in on you.

Here’s to you, Quakertown, for holding onto the “King of the Hill” mentality you won’t let go of. It’s the 21st century, get with it you hare-brained simpletons.

My dear parents can’t move out of there fast enough.

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