Wednesday Aerial Edition

One fellow said, “Looking back over my life makes me realize the need for an aerial view.”



There are no
among equals.



There was this blues singer, either ahead of her time, out of her mind, or just tired of the whole genre and serial scenario, who sang, “Sometimes I feel like a childless mother.”



By the time a problem reaches the attention of old-world intelligence, its too late to do anything about it…(except to forthwith label it, and denounce it as a “problem.”)



If your brain’s a museum
you may close early
on Wednesdays.