From June 25, 1992. Stock up on Wheat Thins and Snapple Lemonade – here’s Tom taking phone calls for about forty minutes.
Unemployed? Tom feels your pain. Conspiracy theorist? Somebody tell Ross Perot. Otherwise, Tom seems uncharacteristically crabby with callers. Maybe looking forward to his vacation. You might also cue up your copy of Harry Nilsson’s “Nobody Cares About The Railroads Anymore.”
