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


I rarely come across these days thin people working in a supermarket.

A major issue of life is becoming more than who you are.

I wonder if there is a trash can at the door of Heaven.

I spilled the coffee and felt guilty for an hour.

Billions to kill, millions for libraries.

He fiddles with iPad, she gazes into space.

A disturbed 20 year old killed twenty  children in a school and NRA blames it on his family.

It is a long time since I heard, “you are the Salt of the Earth.”

Some rub nose while talking.

We are who we are, period.

Some blame others, I blame I.

I can never grasp Republican hatred of poor people.

Three fingers across mouth, one on check, and one on neck, signify an important statement.

Some marvel at the product of a machine, and some at that of a mind.

I never cease being amazed at how so many small stores survive.

Some take small strides, some long, a statement of their view of life.