We offer observations on the human condition from a 22 year old mind trapped in an 82 year old body.


In America, circa 2012, hate rides triumphant.

I rarely gaze at signs of what to order, I know before entering the shop.

He hands her a bagel saying, “here’s your lunch.” Last of the big spenders.

I rarely play with my hair.

For some strange reason I prefer plastic to iron spoons and forks.

What will Mitt not say is the question.

Patriotism is a  lost value in American politics.

To live in the present without knowledge of the past is a guarantee of repeating mistakes.

Some rush to sounds of guns, some head in the opposite direction.

For some, learning is a joy, for others a burden.

One can force obedience, but not desire.

A little boy enjoys laying head on chair.

For those under 30 the past is last week.

Mitt once met a wise man, gazed in mirror and realized it was not him.

I wonder if they give grades in Heaven.

Some walk on heels, some on toes.

Some purse lips, I don’t