Big Red Car here on a chilly day in the ATX, but it isn’t all bad as I just had a very tasty chopped beef sandwich and a tortilla wrap at Green Mesquite Barbecue on Barton Springs Road.

So, Washington DC is awash with a lot of dissent all which revolves around the use of the word “grave.”

Folks are heard to say, “I have grave reservations about __________.”

Another wag will say, “I have grave objections to the confirmation of __________.”

Yet another will say, “I am gravely concerned about __________.”

It has reached epidemic proportions to the extent that the Big Red Car himself (there is no “herself” when dealing with the Big Red Car, y’all, never forget that) is gravely distressed.

Can we just stop using the word “grave?” Let it go and it’ll self-correct and we can stop looking into the grave.

Except for the military. They can keep using it when they talk Graves Registration which is bandied about by the folks who are responsible for temporarily interring the mortally wounded.

They can keep using the word.

Now, back to our normally programmed entertainment.

But, hey, what the Hell do I really know anyway? I’m just a gravely concerned Big Red Car, y’all. Be good to yourself.