Happy Days

It's amazing how many seniors get the urge to ride motorcycles. Will it really bring back "Happy Days?"

It's amazing how many stupid thoughts you have while you lie in bed and can't sleep.

TIME TRAVEL

 

If I ever happen to travel to the past, I hope I have a roll of toilet paper with me, just in case.

Ambulance Ride

When you have a serious health issue and are taken by ambulance, you realize that death is just a step away.

How the mind works, going from thought to thought, staying so long on some that it becomes annoying.

The past is the past, to be left behind.

Books in Heaven

I wonder if you are allowed to read books in heaven or if you have to pray and sing hymns all the time? After all, I'll have all of eternity. If I am able to read, then I will be able to read all the books I have. 

What's the most important thing that people learnt from working at home for the past year? How to work less and spend more time on breaks.

There are no saints in politics but imperfect people can still change the world for the better

The Weather Channel uses a lot of models.

 

YouTube Stars

They did a world-wide poll recently. They asked children what they wanted to be when they grew up. In Europe, Russia and China, the children wanted to be Astronauts but in North America they wanted to be YouTube stars. That would probably include Reality stars also. Certainly shows us where our head is. 

Most of my Twitter thoughts come at night.

The fuss they make over Meghan & Harry. I suppose it is the same as the racket they made over Edward & Wallis Simpson.

 

It appears that the more injections they give, the more widespread the virus becomes. Is that the way it's supposed to work?

 

Men who are afraid are dangerous.

My wife is busy with spring cleaning, trying to get rid of stuff, giving it away, donating, etc. But I think she is starting to get desperate because she is trying to give stuff to me.

 

Everyone's a saint once they're dead, just read the obituaries

I see that Prince Harry is back in England, alone. Meghan will have to text him his daily instructions.

 

An Afternoon in Madrid

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I'm watching a Spanish mini-series about the Basque movement in the 1960's. English subtitles. That's what's great about watching T.V. now, shows from different countries. So, I am watching this show and a protest march and riot in 1967 takes place. I'm reminded that I was in Madrid in 1967. My friend Bud and I leave our hotel and go to the train station to make arrangements for the train to southern Spain so we can go to Morocco. On the way back, as we approach the hotel we see a big mob. It's a protest mob that later turns into a riot. We weave our way through the crowd, knowing this is a bad place to be and finally get into the hotel. 

We go upstairs to the second floor where our room is and then we stand on our balcony and watch the riot. Along comes about a dozen or more grey police vans. They line up in a row and open the doors to the last one. Then the police grab people by the scruff of the neck and toss them into the van. When the van is filled, they close the door, drive away and the next van backs up. Same thing again till all the vans are filled. And that's the end of the riot. We stayed in the hotel bar that evening instead of going out. 

I'm putting up a photo of a van but the actual vans were smaller and no windows.