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Busting out in puns all the school stops, with a sign to get bus drivers. A mega idea, as if from the likes of a mega-size bus, though they seem to be even moreso practicing employee addition. But a bus taken out of service needs no driver. And can provide, by far, the biggest base, other than billboards, for posting an ad poster that you will find.

A quicker than usual bad joke, then expanded, found workers (even the striking Hollywood comedians?) are still hard to come by, though in this case someone having apt licensure apparently, finally, did do a “stand up” and step forward … With the new school year now here.

So what follows are many puns on the run …
For a few months, running consecutively since spring, a school bus was parked in a lot in the central part of a city and close to the high school, with a telltale sign posted on its side, advertising that they are looking for drivers. A savvy touch. But taking into account high gas prices, what follows just might make sense. Or put the brakes on it. Green energy, and I introduce that color, for purposes of color commentary.
This could be a bit of genius. How do you respond to the idea that you have a dearth of drivers, to take the other buses around? Why, you take one bus out of service, which means you don’t have to have some-one, as in a need for one less worker, to get behind its particular wheel! With on account of the readin’ of the arithmetic, one minus one equals … The writing on the wall to prime the pump? Let them rather drive cool Cameros, although having equally cool students, as in Wayne and Garth, fill up the back seat — so more being hauled — might help swing the economies of scale.

 

— We may not even be at midweek, but events proliferate. Leading the way is more food for thought building on the end graph of this post, concerning King Kong.  It may be, again, early in the week, but at The Friday Library also in New Richmond there is a local author spotlight with local chef and yes, author Peter Kwong, from his poignant time in Hong Kong, from 5-7 p.m. on Tuesday. There are other such events featuring him at area restaurants coming up — are you Ready for Wok and Roll as it has been dubbed, Randy — showcasing his unique-for-this-area food. And also lower down in this main post, is more on the color pink, if not purple, and there is even more such color commentary coming in future posts.

And still to come, another cool walk and an also cool cover band. See Picks of the Week. —

 
Economics lesson. Of course you’ll need that commercial license, I believe its called a CLL, which is not to be confused with driving for the CIL, taking the disabled and seniors around, not the kiddos.
(Do they make Cameros?) On the heels of this comes the announcement that the national auto workers are going on strike. So GM, as in the General Managers, might want to reach out to that not-currently-working New Richmond-area assembly and hire some of those people for the assembly line. A 40 percent wage hike over years? How many? Like the number of those 365’s between today and the heyday of the Model T?

Perhaps olive in color?

Hollywood writers, so give them raspberries, are on strike too. Am I? Or Bollywood stuff via a white nine-letter sign, on a forested hill? Green acres. Alas, I’ll roll up my green writing sleeves and turn over more green leaves and dollar bills.
A case of being green with envy? Waste Management’s local trucks are dark green, fittingly, just not nearly as glowing bright as others in the industry. More fully, they pack Green and Gold, but what, they hail from New Jersey?
Also in our area, a company lays it on the line with their whole line of lime green refuse trucks. And the stuff they haul, is it also tinged with tainted green? Gathering moss and more?
More truckin’ the now-crossing-Wisconsin foreign Flix Bus line is German lime green, too, and its germaine that there’s also Grey-hound. One company bought the other, but both show flicks on board? The Green Mile?
Coming out of the gate, the bus service had wanted to do a pickup at the south-side dog racing park with the same name, not one of the two local park and rides? But when waiting at such sites, you can see the glow coming from as far as Oconomowoc and its at times green lake …
But what’s needed when its running late, which is often, is for it not to be mundane mauve and harder to see. But then really move it out. Better to see them with.
Also coloring our view in the rear mirror, and its fuzzy dice, we see plenty of pink party buses — school vans also taken out of service? — from the Twin Cities coming here, among those a few using an onboard flashing deejay service, playing Pink? Or School of Rock?
To travel on Green Day? (But it costs more green if that day falls on a weekend.)
My veteran weekday driver named Kong is King of the Road, or is so called. Likewise, one of his co-drivers, also Oriental, played old twangy country western music all through our recent trip to Menomonie. Its awful, but I’ve got to admit that the first thing I thought of, but didn’t sing out, was would he later tune in Anime cartoons?
Dat’s all folks! No more bad puns!!

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