We offer observations on the human condition from a 21 year old mind trapped in an 81 year old body.
NOBODY ASKED ME BUT
There are times when “the good fight” is the wrong one.
Some inhabit a world of abstractions, some of reality.
Our stomachs dominate daily lives as much as do our minds.
I would never hire God to design a body.
There is a point when “concern” becomes, “telling me what to do.”
If you marry someone who desires to enter politics, keep a diary. It will come in handy and lucrative if the person dumps you.
Dads love touching long hair of daughters.
In the end, I am alone with myself.
Few Americans can or desire to understand a peasant mind. My folks had such minds.
Some waddle into a store.
I wonder if anyone opens every email.
The line I hope to never hear is: “abandon boat.”