We offer observations on the human condition from a 24 year old mind trapped in an 84 year old body.
NOBODY ASKED ME BUT
I await the day when no black child will be shot to death on the streets of our nation.
Some seek the peace of death, some of life.
I encounter at age 84 fatigue when standing for more then five minutes.
Be a gardner of love flowers.
At least technology compels people to write.
These days the most angry in America are the wealthy, not the poor.
I wonder if God runs a life lottery?
We are simply passengers in life headed toward an unknown destiny.