Each week, we offer observations on the human condition by a 25 year old mind trapped in a 78 year old body.
Four young men, three young women with dyed hair, sitting at lunch. Computer nerds was my conclusion.
A store advertised 11,000 sale items. One more, and they can sell the store at a discount.
If you are at a meeting, I suspect you need the boss’ eye in order to cut out to the rest room.
I allowed a woman to cut in front of me. She said: “Gallantry is not dead.” Naturally, she was over 60 years old.
The problem with “Law and Order” is mystery is never present. Some DNA test will get you.
I filled up my gas at $1.65 at 7:00 a.m. About two hours later every gas station was selling gas at $1.99. And, they tell me there is no monopoly for gas prices?
I suspect rural libraries are the only place people in the area will ever be able to access a computer.
If you are with the boss at a luncheon meeting in a restaurant, he leads the exit out.
I sometimes get the sense there is no one on planet Earth who really knows how to solve the current economic crisis.
I often when in a group struggle knowing when or how to leave the group.
A bolt fell out in my steering wheel. We sometimes in modern life do not know how close to death we really are.
I enjoy seeing a father and son chatting at lunch.
As more large chain stores close, will we witness the rebirth of the small business operation?
I have never had hatred toward a group or nation. Within any group there are individuals with differing ideas.
How tightly can a woman hold a friend who reaches the table while her husband observers the greeting?
There is something sad about Dick Cheney. Only anger is an emotion that makes him come alive.
Does anyone still use a hula hoop?
There is pain in America. Of course, pain is the first step toward healing.
I always wonder if it is up to my wife or me to indicate when we should leave a social engagement and how do we do it.
If you are in rural Missouri, place your left hand over the extended right when shaking hands.
I visited a school in East St. Louis to meet someone. He never showed up. The white haired custodian and I chatted and he said: “Sir, there is always tomorrow. Your friend will show up, eventually.” I laughed and left in happiness.