It's a rare day when inspiration strikes me in a manner akin to that which happened to Saul on the way to Damascus (and no pony rides for birthday jokes, please; I have a saddle with a horn and I always use the direction indicators as well).
Unlike Saul, I was able and am delighted I am able to keep my name-it took so long to learn to spell it. Welcome to rare day, population ME.
What do I say when presented with a story such as Man Crashes Connecticut gas station, steals banana?
Thank you and Day O.
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Charting a Course
Now that we've had three weeks or so to catch our breath (scout for exits perhaps and count our spare change) I heard someone suggest th...
-
What are you doing tonight? If you’re a registered Norwich voter Norwich your answer should read “Glad you asked! I am going to be in the Sl...
-
I was shopping yesterday, actually I was assembling my salad for today. I have pretty much the same thing-three different kinds of lettuce (...
-
My memories aren't always what they once were and I'm sad that they are starting to fade or to get misplaced because I've loved ...
No comments:
Post a Comment