At one time I gave some serious thought to posting nothing but uplifting stuff every single day of the week. And then I realized a decade plus into doing this on a daily basis, someone, somewhere might wonder if I had been kidnapped or was being held against my will.
That means I have a quandary; attempt to be uplifting while also staying in character.
Nailed it, unless you're named Timmy or Jimmy, and either of you is stuck in a well, in which case you knew the gig was sketchy when you signed on.
-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.
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Margaret and I were binge-watching our way through Season 3 of "Designated Survivor" on Netflix last evening and in one of the episodes one of the characters (cannot recall which one) quoted the caption from this magazine cover. Your pop culture bona fides are unrivaled!
I like to think of myself as "The Hardest Working Man Not in Show Business."
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