On our first Independence Day 90% of the people were farmers. Today that figure is three percent. We stay in touch with our roots by growing gardens; gardens which provide about three percent of our annual needs.
I take my smart phone for granted, but should I mislay it, the old kid-lost-in-the-store parental panic seizes my heart.
We no longer mock our friends' spelling errors, because auto-correct has made fuels of us all at one time or another.
When I’m buying a new device, the young clerks smirk at my clueless questions. But they grew up with this stuff. For them it’s like flicking a switch to turn on the lights, while I’m more of a kerosene lantern kind of a guy.
Humor is a form of self-defense. The king's jester is rarely beheaded.
Reaching for what's out of reach
Leaves me full of spite.
Much better build a temple
With my widow's mite.
Chairman Joe
Happy Birthday America!!
The king's jester is only beheaded once....
ReplyDeleteI certainly undentify with the technology "fuels," and with the auto-correct demon. I don't know if experiences are Word's Wackiness, my Wisdom, or being Wizened. As I age, I need a dash of Wizardry to stay halfway intelligible.
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