Sunday Squibs

Some churchgoers believe not in God, but in the security of the crowd.

The afternoon storm passes...the sky grows lighter and lighter, though the clock says "No."

The youngest child in a grade is often the class clown, who held back a year will be the class sage.

A church service is like a boat trip. The anchor's dropped for the sermon, and the longer we tarry there, the later we'll reach our lunch on shore.

DNA science has confounded our ideas about race. It seems we are each a race unto ourselves.

As my brother Steve says, "I'd rather have a reading list than a bucket list."

Sign of hope: MAGA caps being dropped in red country rummage stores.

If the pholosphers are right and we all are one, then what I hate is just reflections in a broken mirror.

Neglect of one's surroundings is a sign of advanced old age, and one of its pleasures.

There's no such thing as a stupid question, but if someone ever manages to ask one, it'll be a dooozy.

Which would be simpler: to force everyone back to the way things used to be, or to build a time machine for those who really want to go back?

Left wing excess: the undeserving poor get a free lunch. Right wing excess...you may want to avert your eyes.

When you infantilize someone, then you must treat them kindly when they act like babies.

The dictator is protected by his inner circle, supported by his base, and hated by everyone who must drink from his poisoned well.

Still growing? Your old pleasures, like backwater ports, will no longer accommodate your deeper draft.

          @jmcdonnell123