We remain in the same area, doing the usual close-ups. Yesterday was Lemonade Day in Lubbock, in which kids are supposed to set up lemonade stands and learn the joys of free enterprise. Sort of a cruel hoax in my opinion. The rich kids get the best stuff in the best neighborhoods and make the most money. And none of them have to deal with city codes, health department thugs, taxing entities, liability insurance, blood-sucking attorneys, or realtors, or neighborhood associations. Lots of luck with your farcical "free enterprise". Most business start-ups are crushed within the first year. At any rate, we drove to the poorest neighborhoods we could find and patronized the lemonade stands there, until we couldn't hold any more lemonade. We found a little Hispanic boy in a wheelchair, and even though he might have borrowed that wheelchair from his grandad, we stopped at his stand. In fact, he had a much older sister out in very brief shorts and cowboy boots and a tight top, helping to flag down traffic and you've got to admire that kind of enterprise, touching all the bases. Yes, we enjoyed his lemonade, and admired his initiative.
