A Time for Serious

“Remember, son,” said the superbly shammed-up, apparent wise father, “When in doubt, brag about your ancestors.”  (Oh yeah, as the kid got older to this direction he added his own codicil, “Or whine about yesterday,” which as he might discover, is the same thing.)



Whilst sitting and sipping in this little hip bistro over in the Goatee Galaxy, I overheard this snippet from an adjoining table; this one guy says, “The reason ordinary people don’t like jazz is that they don’t know what’s coming next.”  And his buddy rubs his nose, looks at the window, and says, “You know, Clyde, I just suddenly realized something about being alive.”



There is a time
to be serious,
but it’s not
right now.



One ole hairy grandfather called all of his little grandnippers to gather round him, and spoke to them thusly, “By the time most people think of something for the first time on their own, it’s (let’s say it all together now), ‘Too late’.”



After some pondering of the matter, the gentleman expressed himself in this verbal fashion, “It may BE a good thing that everyone can’t dance, or else these chairs would go to waste.”