NOBODY ASKED ME BUT

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.”

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