A day in the life of a waitperson hoping to hold on to life.
-Observations-
Joe and Bernie: Take a seat here and mumble with me
There ain’t no spring chickens up here in the Ninth Decade. Guaranteed: we’re slowing down, and we won’t be along for the next adventure. Let’s take a seat and get out of the way.
Sarah! Your slip is showing…
Creepy tales from the crypt of the Madman of Mar-A-Lago, continued…Be careful where you put your feet.
Simply put: Cut the crap. Give us ALL JFK records. Now.
One wonders, doesn’t one, just what the hell they are hiding? Maybe we all ought to wonder, and wonder loudly.
Apology needed, yes. But from whom?
Should true Americans apologize for the bad actors in their midst? This old gringo thinks not.
Mr. President, please help restore our trust. Release the JFK assassination records. All of them.
After a half-century of wondering and a quarter-century of waiting for valid answers, we now have the chance to discover what really happened in Dallas 54 years ago. The President can help. He probably needs a push, from you.
Trump, and a strange guy named Queeg
Let’s all send Trump some marbles. He’s lost his. And, like Capt. Queeg, he needs them. Really needs them.
The ocean’s in motion, but is the poetry?
Does anybody get global warming? Does anybody get modern poetry? But cartoons? Now, that’s a different kettle of seahorses.