This again?

Same old shit, rinse repeat. Dig dig dig, get no where.

Hey, I am getting old(er) and my wisdom trickles out of me like sweat beads down between (and under) my breasts. A bit clingy, and you want to swipe it away. But DON’T, it might be worth something!

Yet I am oddly optimistic. Why shouldn’t I be? I am approaching the OLDer age in a time when everything is the speed of light but I was lucky to predate it. I remember…..and it’s not my imagination. Roll up in your memories, fortify you. Buy a pencil, ask for change that you clatter in your pocket counting your riches, make a phone call from a phone booth, slip on the bus without paying, send a letter by mail (lick the stamp), use paper coupons at the grocery store from 1990, sit on park bench for an hour and talk to strangers. Scribble notes in a paper pad (with that cool pencil you bought). Doodle.

Then come back to now. Device in hand (always).

remember your name.