I’m thankful for my luck to have been born in an interesting time of change and of plenty, in this Western World. These are not good days for all, but they are still good days for us – and likely for all who can read these words today – and I am thankful.
Bending over the table with the shears for that long (there are five chairs) gave me a new regard for handling textiles – now I know why Nike and Gap pay those overseas factory workers so much money!
At some point, it becomes a statistical certainty that you’re going to see your sister, daughter, cousin, or wife dancing on one of those poles after serving you tonight’s lasagna special. Also, sex is the number one topic in the insect world, with food running a close second, and not becoming food a distant third. It’s a lot like prime time television.
Do what you want to be doing anyway, get someone else to pay you for it, and leverage the whole deal with someone else’s money.
We continued to roll through Ohio for the several hours one does that. Eventually, following one of the many “What state are we in?” queries, Number One Son piped up. “You know, this nation is e-mother-effing-normous. And so’s Ohio.” Can’t argue with him there.