When the sun comes shinin’ thru in February & all the weeds are green & the racket of the Blue Jays is on a par with the damn chickens....... with the dripping eaves, & flutterin’ leaves, & dappled sunshine.....an old man’s fancy moves to tho’ts of warm & turnin’ off PG&E.....
O frabjous day, calloo, callay, he chortled in his glee......
Nobody ever chortles in mid-winter.....they might laugh boisterously, (too much egg-nog p’haps)...or they might work up a chuckle or a wan smile...children are exempt, of course, they can get gleeful any time of year & that’s alright......children don’t reallly chortle tho’ ....babies chortle & old folks chortle (we have much in common)...working adults seldom ever chortle.....well, they almost never have anything to chortle about anyway.....it’s hard being a working, responsible adult.....Heck! It’s hard being an adult no matter what the condition......the ‘Human Condition’ is ‘specially tuff in this election year with all the candidates spreading doom & gloom like manure....’minds me of that ‘ol canard’.
.....”Recession is when your neighbor’s out’a work, depression is when you’re out’a work.”.......
And ever’ damn one of them has a plan to fixit!! S’funny how all those plans disappear like morning mist as they drop by the wayside......S’funny how every sure thing plan falls apart in daylite......S’funny how gullible we all are, believing that any self-serving politician c’n wave a magic wand & make Humpty Dumpty whole again.......
“Oz never did give nuthin’ to the Tinman that he didn’t already have...........” Justin Other Smith
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