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


I hate all forms of testing.

I wonder if God ever says, ” I am God.”

Some use body, some use head to sneeze.

Only enduring fame is within members of your family.

Teen girls enjoy slouching backward and sipping soda.

Debts rise but number of babies declines.

Young children enjoy the hop jump.

In the end there is always a beginning.

In one’s eighties the fingers grow weaker.

A am surprised seeing a tall Asian girl.

In my childhood, bread was white-at least in my family.

I await eye controlled technology.

In any teen age group of girls one is thin and one is chubby.

Eventually money, along with life, runs out.

There is poverty of pocket and poverty of mind.

You can take me out of the Bronx but you cannot take the Bronx out of me.

At age 82, my hand clutches bannister as I descend.

Holidays in America connected to wars are being forgotten.