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


In any street corner group one is named, “shorty.”

The word, “liberal” today connotes someone in my youth who was called a “conservative.”

Some hold newspaper in outstretched hands.

The modern version of “youth must be served” refers to student debt.

Some fiddle with fingers while waiting, I don’t.

Women place change in pocketbooks, men in pants pocket.

After picking up order some walk straight to a table, others meander.

In constipation there must eventually be a  break  through.

Some spend lives dreaming of riches, dreaming.

Prior to iPad one sat and thought, today one sits and fiddles.

A Christian eating lox on bagel  is not Kosher.

In my childhood, cleanliness was not godly, dirt was.

I wonder if the pencil will endure.

I spend my life dreaming the unknowable.

Every woman at some point twists hair into  pony tail.

To love is to accept. Period.