And these are the bright side:
Found on our friendly and oh-so-worldly interwebs.
Happy first of December, gang!
LYMI, LB
DEEP THOUGHTS (AND SHALLOW ONES) FROM A WRITER-PRODUCER-POET-COLUMNIST WHO'S STILL TRYING TO FIGURE THINGS OUT
And these are the bright side:
Found on our friendly and oh-so-worldly interwebs.
Happy first of December, gang!
LYMI, LB
Where I live is colder. I mean, it’s even colder than Chicago, and, baby, that’s co-co-cold.
That’s me above inside 5 layers of T-shirts + sweater + Pendleton-blanket-lined leather jacket (which alone weighs more than my wife and/or our dog.)
So, seriously, how cold is it where you live right now?
Hmm, just saw a similar pose of a guy people used to think was me. Ah, the golden age of self idolization!
(Not Larry Brody, but once upon a time my 4 year old daughter thought so)
LYMI, LB
The good news is that I recently learned that the historical bit about the U.S. Army deliberately giving the tribes on the trail of tears contaminated blankets is a myth.
The bad news is that our Thanksgiving is also a myth, which I believe most people know but celebrate anyway. Let’s face it, if the new arrivals and the long-established Indian People of the Americas had really made nice to each other in early days, everything here would be a hell of a lot different.
The cartoon at the top of this page is the only way I can let myself acknowledge what this day is. Humor may not be the meaning of life, but it sure as hell helps us through it.
LYMI, LB
By which I mean I’m sure they’re all in the spam folder but have to admit I’m not at all sure God – whomever that may be – has really found them yet.
LYMI, LB