We offer comments on the human condition from a 24 year old mind trapped in an 84 year old body.
NOBODY ASKED ME BUT
If cops can go 90 miles an hour, why can’t I?
Dead deer in the road, I guess he was a leap too short.
In any roadside restaurant there must be a waitress named, Mabel.
I hate confronting a woman who is in charge when I have a complaint.
I await the appearance of humanoid robots, they will be programmed for politeness.
God must have been in a good mood the day he created watermelon.
As Big Al always said back in the Bronx, “yeh, you got a college degree, but you still need five cents to ride the subway!”
I so miss the songs and voice of Johnny Cash.
My theory of driving, arrive late, arrive alive.
In my Bronx childhood, rye breads were not sliced. That joy was allowed to those who purchased the rye bread.