Category Archives: Nobody Asked Me, but…

Twice a week we express our views on issues of major or minor concern in America as well as throughout the world.

NOBODY ASKED ME BUT

We offer observations on the human condition from a 23 year old mind trapped in an 83 year old body.

NOBODY ASKED ME BUT

Truth, like a piece of paper all too often is blown away.

Honor thyself before honoring others.

Hate is a luxury.

Laughter is a dessert.

All too many rush to judgement.

Place a child in booth seat, and he will soon wander around.

Knowledge comes at the cost of innocence.

There is a time to sleep and a time to wake.

To dwell upon personal injustice simply raises blood pressure.

There is always space in our minds for new knowledge.

Always deflect hate directed at you.

Avoid the detour on the road to happiness.

Anguish of Death is not having another chance at –anything.

One can prepare for life, but not for death.

Money is just money, it is not life.

Long time since I waited at a bus stop.

We all await the grim Reaper, but do not desire to be harvested by him.

NOBODY ASKED ME BUT

We offer observations on the human condition from a 23 year old mind trapped in an 83 year old body.

NOBODY ASKED ME BUT

Some sit on high, some on low.

Power never lasts forever anymore than does life.

Some quest for gold, some for power, and some just for life.

Always laugh at life’s madness.

Do not fear Death, he is your best friend in life.

Talk on phone, eat, drink coffee, write, a day in the life of modern man.

Some day soon, I will get a handicapped parking spot.

Some shoot for Venus, some for Mars.

Some place hand on thigh when talking.

Each week set aside a day to be a slob.

Anger is the last resort of anger.

I have never feared fear.

Man sits sipping coffee and wiggling his foot.

All too many divorce self from self.

NOBODY ASKED ME BUT

We offer observations on the human condition from a 23 year old mind trapped in an 83 year old body.

NOBODY ASKED ME BUT

Long time since I sat on floor playing with a child.

Bad news if told “this is an estimate.”

In doing research, I become a time traveler into the past.

The past weighs heavy on the present.

We are always children of the past.

I so love arrival of spring.

I long for a time when robots handle all mechanical problems encountered in life.

So many heavy set women disguise beauty.

During the year I miss summer fruits.

In America, a yellow shirt means one has an occupation.

When spring arrives, I spring to life.

Some open car door, sit, observe life and then close door.

I have never grasped the holes in pants theory of dressing.

Poverty sucks, but it makes one aware as to what is important.

Older folks finish the entire meal.

Some desire to dwell in House of Lord, some in House of War.

NOBODY ASKED ME BUT

We offer observations on the human condition from a 23 year old mind trapped in an 83 year old body.

NOBODY ASKED ME BUT

Laughter in the morning has a special quality.

In every conversation, an old person must make a reference to the past.

Older men sip the coffee prior to eating.

I am a man prone to dressing in brown colored clothes–army still lives on.

I always take an extra five napkins.

As we grow old, we stumble more.

Hopefully, youthful values do not disappear.

Our hair grows white with age, but does our love?

Some spill and wipe, others spill and leave.

I was blessed with a caring brother.

Never abandon hope. Or, you become hopeless.

Older we get, slower we back up car.

Some sip and wipe mouth. Me, I just drink.

I encounter a woman who always wears the same color clothes. Mystery.

Older men wear baggy pants.

NOBODY ASKED ME BUT

We offer observations on the human condition from a 23 year old mind trapped in an 83 year old body.

NOBODY ASKED ME BUT

Reality is that something created life, call it whatever you wish.

It is common sense to believe in common sense.

I only feel guilty if I spill a cup of coffee.

Youth grow taller as we old folks grow smaller.

Never fear the night, it is always followed by the dawn.

Some eat breakfast with a smile on face. At least no day of hunger?

In the end, we are who we are.

I prefer day old cake, reminds me of youth.

If a man’s back is turned to you, it is not polite to initiate talk.

I wonder whatever happened to the God of Peace.

Hands under chin means one is pondering–something.

Do not fear tomorrow, it will become today–eventually.

Worry about yesterday is a waste of time.

An open heart awaits love–and pain.

We want to enjoy life, but does life want to enjoy us?

Texting is a cry–I am here!

NOBODY ASKED ME BUT

We offer observations on the human condition from a 23year old mind trapped in an 83 year old body.

NOBODY ASKED ME BUT

In a coffee shop one can speak with strangers.

Americans regard getting a parking space as a great triumph.

Elderly blond woman sits with purse in lap, waiting. For what?

Some sit with angry look on faces.

There are times in life to move on.

If person is waiting, and rises, arms placed around waist.

Some resign from life, some are resigned to death.

Mystery of Life: how would Christians react to an illegal immigrant from Palestine named Christ?

Death is an equal opportunity employer.

Love a gun, invite Death.

Lottery provides a daily failure.

Brilliant people usually are modest about self.

Some tear pages with care.

Some smile while eating. I do not.

After the end, we dwell in the valley or peace.

Some rub hands prior to eating.

Elderly wife in charge of placing sandwich before husband.

Some display serious look while working with laptop.

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Some physically shrink, some mentally.

Right hand person places left hand in pocket when walking.

As we grow old, new words enter mind.

I enjoy peaceful silence of McDonald’s on Sunday afternoon.

Some men do have a sad face.

Sight of beauty, an elderly couple holding hands.

Irish politicians in my childhood made “Government” a personal experience.

All too often dreamers are more realistic than realists.

I live in past and future simultaneously.

To forget is to destroy the past.

Drive through despair with confidence.

Some fiddle with sleeve while talking.

Long time since I heard, “mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the noon day sun.”

Some right hand people hold tray with left hand.

Some teach children to hate, some to love.

NOBODY ASKED ME BUT

We offer observations on the human condition from an 23 year old mind trapped in an 83 year old body.

NOBODY ASKED ME BUT

For each end there is a beginning.

I prefer service by a friend than a stranger.

If talking on cell phone, one cannot slam down hands to emphasize.

See fewer men these days wearing white shirts.

It is illegal to bring coffee mug from one coffee shop to another. Why?

I enjoy dark, gloomy days if save in a warm place.

At age 83, I fear ice.

Teens dress sloppy with pride.

Some shake empty cup while others talk.

Americans simply do not know who to trust about anything.

The price of victory,all too often, is a defeat.

Sometimes, best to walk slowly.

NOBODY ASKED ME BUT

We offer observations on the human condition from a 23 year old mind trapped in an 83 year old body.

NOBODY ASKED ME BUT

America has become a political wasteland.

To remain healthy, challenge your mind to learn.

A hundred years from now humans will work for robots.

Too many sit in judgement on others rather than self.

I prefer a life without gloves.

The splotches on my hand disappeared. Why?

People can not lead a healthy life without dreams.

Most people cross legs when reading newspaper.

I wonder if God has to play by any rules?

For some,the day of reckoning never dawns.

I wonder what would be a new physical feature for humans?

Who does one speak to in order to get a new God?

I am a dreamer trapped in a world of reality.

Americans enjoy politicians who are natural clowns.

NOBODY ASKED ME BUT

We offer observations on the human condition from a 23 year old mind trapped in an 83 year old body.

NOBODY ASKED ME BUT

Women over age 60 enjoy being at table with four men.

If an alien arrived, which world leader would most be able to talk with it? I have no idea.

We miss what we once knew.

We all reach a point when walking down steps is a voyage.

Little girl offered me the comics to read. How sweet.

Grandpa hands grandchild fries with pride.

I miss hard physical labor and competition.

There may be a time to retire from life, but not for me.

I cherish what I have–now.

Dawn breaks at this moment some place in the world.

I expect at some future time humans will mate with robots.

“Power” is a thought more often than a thing.

In life, we all too often forget what is good.

Money and I have never been friends.