So I guess the protesters in the U.S. are saying that they want more migrants to cross the border.

Memories are like doors. We seem to insist on opening those that should always remain closed.

There are just too many books to read.

Naive people love politics. It lets them think they are knowledgeable and that their opinion is worth something.

Coffee and Raisin Bread for breakfast.....Heartburn for Coffee Break.

This migrant stuff in the U.S. is crazy. You just can't take everyone from South America and plunk them down in Texas. What is the matter with everyone?

In the winter, when you are out with the snow blower, you are wishing it was the lawn mower. In the summer, when you are out pushing the lawn mower, you are glad it's the lawn mower.

After mass this morning, the priest made one last remark. "Remember when you are out in the parking lot, we are all Christians."

They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder, I prefer to believe that absence makes the eyes wander.

A memory is a memory of a memory, of a memory.......until it's bullshit.

When you wake up in the morning, it's a big surprise. If you don't wake up, it would be a big surprise. Always something to look forward to.