Soldiers Work Where Newspapers Don’t So For Readers Let The Good Times Roll!

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“Don’t eat that Aylmer, that’s horse shit.”

Before he lost his mind furiously battling in the mall division of the global religious war, that’s what my father would say to warn me against believing everything I heard.

It was good advice because a person can see and hear a lot today

and if they ain’t curious and of cautious mind they’ll be the

first fools to rush into believing that the new model A

is waay better than the old model T without ever

giving a second thought to the galaxy called

paid parking which just unfolded and will

one day end up costing offspring many

thousands of dollars not to mention

several heated discussions with

unshaven men sporting dirty

fingernails because they’re

24 hr tow truck drivers

who have latched onto

our ride and to whom

we are now beholden.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

As a boomer, I have stumbled down more than my fare share of garden paths and now its time for me to cut the mustard. Me. Mustard.

3 Responses to “Soldiers Work Where Newspapers Don’t So For Readers Let The Good Times Roll!”

  1. twenty percent of anything I write has to be good.

    ats what Vilfredo Pareto told me, anyway.

    also why I write so much crap. gotta make way for the good stuff.

  2. farts follow the same rule as writing. they don’t all stink but for sure, lots do.

  3. h/t Patty

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