We offer observations on the human condition from a 21 year old mind trapped in an 81 year old body.


We build fences to keep out illegal immigrants while drug lords build tunnels.

I don’t doubt for a moment that any drug lord would catapult drugs over a fence.

I can drink orange juice in morning, but not an orange.

Some lean head to side while talking, I don’t.

I am a patient “waiter for people,” I assume eventually they will arrive.

There are more black skinned folk at St. Louis Bread Company than at Einstein Bagels.

I wonder how society would function if babies were tall and parents were short.

Young boys enter any fast food place with rapid movements.

Some read while walking, I don’t.

I feel a sense of peace sitting in a fast food place about 4:30 p.m. when few people are present.

For me, respect is worth millions.

Silence connects us with the inner world, noise with the outer one.

There is a sad quality to Mitt Romney, a basically decent man trapped in the quest for power. If he gets it , Mitt will be clueless what to do.

I do not hear the sounds of an ambulance in my neighborhood.