For all my blustering about corporate greed, Internet freedom, and getting money out of politics, my beef with Time Warner is for their imbecilic intrusion into my life. As I write this, there is a Time Warner repair guy sitting in my living room quizzically looking at my TV.
It's that time of year again, when every carmaker lets the car geek reporters (excuse me -- ahem -- automotive journalists) into their proving grounds to play with their latest four-wheeled toys.
How would you recapture the pleasure and sense of adventure the Checker once gave? I'd say, at a minimum, big windows; seats made for bodies, not parcels; cheerful colors.