Squibs

 

Tragic beauty has Ireland, it’s writ in God’s laws. 

Her green fields we love, her rain gives us pause. 

“How to write a note of condolence.”

The art of sounding sincere when you feel dead yourself. 

The believer ascending to the Godhead drops off the fears of the body like the booster rocket of a capsule to the stars. 

Before your trip, the guidebook has too much information. Once you get there, it has way too little. 

If a character dies in the first pages of a novel or movie, we know we won’t see him again. But if he dies at the end, we can expect to see him bouncing back in the sequel. 

Much family dysfunction is resolved by putting the despised relative in a nursing home and tearing up the visitor’s pass. 

It’s good to be aware of where our food comes from. Someday there will be a code to identify the field, the grain elevator, and the slaughterhouse each bite passed through. 

Chairman Joe