The top one is the original. The other two are photoshopped versions.
Sunday, November 10, 2013
Sunday, May 19, 2013
Friday, May 17, 2013
Whoops!
. . . we're sorry! There are certain sites I can't read because I repeatedly get this message. I can't detect a pattern of which sites although it is common at The Reference Frame. Today it was a story in Real Clear Politics about how the class of 2012 was scammed. Could it be purposeful or is it just a bug?
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Hey Mister
The scene is a commuter station. The speaker is an old man.
Hey Mister, do you want to see my pictures?
Oh, here's your train. No, I won't be getting on.
I used to go down every day like you.
I went down last week, but so much has changed.
Do you know my job wasn't there any more.
The other people don't speak except as echoed.
Oh, have you seen these before?
Well, I have a lot more - maybe in this pocket.
Only a few fit in my wallet, but some of these are nice.
Oh, look, here's one of Jane standing on a boat -
Perhaps in London or in Rome. Well, no matter.
When did she die? It was one . . . two . . . I believe Reagan was president.
Or was it Nixon? Well, no matter.
I like the baby pictures best, they're all mine you know
Except the grandchildren, which ones are they?
It really gets so hard to keep them straight.
Some of them have animals. Here's Mary with a dog. I loved that dog.
I wonder where she is now. Oh, well, no matter. You didn't know her anyway.
You know I have six daughters. Three are quite small and three are grown.
This fine young lady is Ruth. No, that'ss not right. Ruth is a baby.
I never see the babies any more. I wonder where they are.
I don't like all these changes - why can't things stay the same?
Oh, yes, of course, I understand.
You have to catch your train.
Give my regards to Helen. What? That's not her name? Well, no matter.
Hey, Mister, do you want to see my pictures?
Hey Mister, do you want to see my pictures?
Oh, here's your train. No, I won't be getting on.
I used to go down every day like you.
I went down last week, but so much has changed.
Do you know my job wasn't there any more.
The other people don't speak except as echoed.
Oh, have you seen these before?
Well, I have a lot more - maybe in this pocket.
Only a few fit in my wallet, but some of these are nice.
Oh, look, here's one of Jane standing on a boat -
Perhaps in London or in Rome. Well, no matter.
When did she die? It was one . . . two . . . I believe Reagan was president.
Or was it Nixon? Well, no matter.
I like the baby pictures best, they're all mine you know
Except the grandchildren, which ones are they?
It really gets so hard to keep them straight.
Some of them have animals. Here's Mary with a dog. I loved that dog.
I wonder where she is now. Oh, well, no matter. You didn't know her anyway.
You know I have six daughters. Three are quite small and three are grown.
This fine young lady is Ruth. No, that'ss not right. Ruth is a baby.
I never see the babies any more. I wonder where they are.
I don't like all these changes - why can't things stay the same?
Oh, yes, of course, I understand.
You have to catch your train.
Give my regards to Helen. What? That's not her name? Well, no matter.
Hey, Mister, do you want to see my pictures?
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Excesses
Too many laws. Too many lawyers. Too many regulations. Too many bureaucrats. Too many politicians. Too many subsidies. Not enough freedom.
Monday, January 14, 2013
Fortune
I have a keen sense of humor and bring out the best in others. How do I know? My fortune cookie told me so. Bon Jour
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