We offer observations on the human condition from a 22 year old mind trapped in an 82 year old body.
NOBODY ASKED ME BUT
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.
