Eyes Wide Open. (Literally.)

It's well early of 0630.  She suggests he come and try the seat to her right, it might be softer.  He declines.  An older, country gentleman in a fresh t-shirt and his 'good' cap. He's used to being uncomfortable.  A softer yield in a chair seat isn't going to make much difference. -Didja remembah to... Continue Reading →


"So, it's not so special they picked you. You just under-bid everyone else." -Wife to husband at dinner table to my left.   There are times I must pray for the underdog...poor bastard.

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