I’ve been mulling a post about the role of digital media, and how bloggers, online video, and similar devices should be infusing journalism, instead of causing it’s slow stagger toward the respirator, and a ready-to-be-pulled plug. While that sour jolt of professional pride may still be forthcoming, I thought I’d share instead a small victory in another quest of mine: learning German.
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If you take a dirt road long enough you’ll find your way home. Near Wickenburg, Arizona, that dirt road is called Constellation, and it winds you through stages of the state’s history. The road passes a stage coach stop; numerous mines; washes with names like “King Solomon”; walls built by Chinese and native workers.
After driving 8 miles on cliffs and over ridges you find yourself at a fork, and finally at the Williams Family Ranch.
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It was inevitable. With the fall of the old, a new Age has begun, and it is the Age of Corolla. It took me a mere three hours in a dealership to secure an ’06 Toyota Corolla with the help of my trusty salesman Steve. Steve, with his suede jacket and Chicago charm, guided me through Pontiac Grand Ams, and away from VW Jettas (which I actually wanted,) ultimately resting my wife and I in the seats of the Corolla.
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