If I had a dime for every time recently that I've said: "This certainly was a weird week, wasn't it?" I could just about erase the national deficit. So much shouting and pointing but so little conversation and direction. It's not that we have too many distractions. We are the distraction.
And to see you're really only very small and life goes on within you and without you.
-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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