We offer observations on the human condition from a 21 year old mind trapped in an 81 year old body.
NOBODY ASKED ME BUT
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.
