Berkeley’s closer. But yes, like that.

As he aged, my father became afraid. He was afraid of EVERYthing, and desperately did not want to rock the boat. He and my mother were afraid to change a doctor’s appointment because the doctor might get mad at them. They were afraid to change out their old wall-hanging telephone because the phone company might get mad at them.

As a result, I am determined not to allow fear to become a factor in my maturity (such as it might be). Bette Davis said that “old age is not for sissies”, but my motto is “never *not* do something because something bad *might* happen”. Otherwise said, “I promise not to learn from my mistakes.”

Always always always — onwards. Upwards. Outwards. Taking roadtrips to where the terrorists bloom in the spring.

How much would the blonde cost you?
Feb 23, 2009 – 12:55 pm

… probably just his marriage.
*Ba-Doomp Boomp*

Mrs. Wretchard read the comment and is asking deeply probing questions.

I wish. And some part of us wishes it was true. You leave first youth and then middle age like a traveler climbing out of a valley. When at length you reach the ridge you are tempted to look back once last time; to pause for a final glimpse as you strain to hear the chords that were once so familiar but are now so far away. But if you know what is good for you then you’ll adjust the pack which once so lightly rested on your shoulders and take the first step into whatever betides. And that first step brings with it liberty. Now you are on the road you knew you would always take. No more fears now. All you love lies where you left it, both behind and before.

i dunno, haven’t the Jerusalem Post’s columnists heard the news? If it don’t affect the UAW it ain’t happening?