No Comfort

Heard another scared, but perhaps socially aware, City sorehead sneer, “Life is just like an ice cream sundae, all the nuts end up on top.”  (And not too shabby a shot, thought I, and thank god bananas can’t vote, or bear arms.)



Never trust a god who demands to be noticed.



There’s hardly any reasonably priced way to comfort the ordinary.



City folks seem hell bent on taking the confusion in others for “Depth of character.”



Ordinary history is no more than a disguised belief in the dead.