We offer observations on the human condition from a 22 year old mind trapped in an 82 year old body.
NOBODY ASKED ME BUT
Mystery of Death–is there noise?
A regret of my life is not becoming a bike rider.
Sound of child’s voice conveys life.
To call a female politician today, “beautiful” is an example of denigration. Why?
In a crowd one often hears words but no meaning.
Youth has clarity, age has complexity.
Circling for a parking spot hopefully concludes with, “finally.”
Person on driver car opens the car door before the person in passenger side.
My motto, “get on with life.” Nothing is worth the bother of continuing the argument.
My love of warmth over cold most probably comes from that short stint in Hell.
We live among, not with people.
Sometimes even I become weary of the human condition.
Some look up, some down.
Fear not tomorrow, it WILL come.
The end of a basketball season means the birth of a baseball one.
Music changes along with what we want to hear.
Grandparents always listen to grand kids very attentively