My Robot Is Pregnant theme song!

Soviet flights to communist health care. Yes, he really wants this.

Driving home in an epic wind storm I see the old yellow paper I love so much tumbling down the sidewalk form an overstuffed recycling bin on the curb. I pull over and look in. A jackpot. Denken mail order catolgues from 1967, 1972, gun catalogues, old magazines about sportfishing from the 1950′s, and lots of ephemera. Like this piece I’ve never seen before: the luggage tag from a Soviet flight.
I was only a quarter deep into the garbage can, taking my time, when a motorcycle cop pulled up, nearly falling off his bike.
“That isn’t your’s is it?” he asked.
“No.”
“Then get out of there,” he said.
Kicked out of a garbage can. Luckily I learned a long time ago, as soon as you get something you like, put it in the truck, then come back. So I drove off with some good stuff. Remember that. You never know when they’re gonna shoe you off. Hide it away.