It Gets Later

In some places, it gets later before it gets any earlier.



As one littler feller so aptly announced, “Any friend of me, is no friend of mine.”



Immediately after awakening, he would silently slip down the hall to the dark bathroom, carefully creep up to the medicine cabinet, then suddenly throw on the lights, leap up to the mirror, put his finger firmly on the reflected image of his nose, and exclaim, “Okay you, hold it right-t-t-t there!”



A man who “knows” his place, will certainly always have a place…(if that’s any tepid consolation.)



No matter where you are in the City, a ghetto is nearby.