*LIFE PRESERVE* (in progress) mural design by Ben Harubin with artists Nick Anvil, WCool, Pepe Paban, MattG, JohnM, Worth

(and bears Repeating)
Once a trail was already blazed,
this one man wouldn’t go.

One guy had a friend who wouldn’t talk to him – WHAT A FRIEND!

FLASH! Soap Opera, I mean, Important News Story Update:
That chap I mentioned who had an ole sorehead for a partner, and who was disappointed
in his attempt to become famous thereby, undertook a new approach. To the
editors of the World Book Of Records he submitted what he claimed was the
all-time longest, most detailed, most disturbing essay regarding the
“Futility of My Existence” – and they saved him a trip – they laughed him out-the-door
by return MAIL.

Agreeably symmetrical truisms, such as,
“You Reap What You Sow,”
“Knowledge Is Power,”
and the like, tend to be specious – okay, misleading,
oh, all right, meaningless
via their Self-referral.

From the Postal Service Croker Sack comes this nicely typed complaint:
Dear Sir, (and so on):
“I do wish you would quit saying ‘mind’ when you mean ‘brain’, and
stop saying ‘brain’ when you must mean ‘mind’. And also he adds, “I wish I
knew the difference.”

Anything THAT might actually vex a revolutionist would be the kind of thing
about which he would most adamantly have, “No comment”.

According to reliable city sources, “The news is not all THAT encouraging.”

(I guess I could ask, so what else is new?)