Here I am again at BJ's, the cut-rate Costco. Why come back after the other day's purse skirmish? Need kale -- yes, I'm admitting it, sue me. So I grab a snowbanked cart from the lot to use, even for one item, thinking that the checker would be less likely to ask me to open my small black bag and divulge. My, there's a lot of paper garbage in the cart: the usual store coupon-books -- so primitive, they actually make you clip them -- as well as one of my favorite racist coffee-table reads: "Long Island Fugitive Finder." Issues of Fugitive … [Read more...]