I find myself on a back road, late at night, with a flat tire. It’s not snowing heavy—well, not yet—but there are flurries dancing in the beam of my headlights.
It’s a new year with new people contributing to new and old problems. The overpopulation situation continues to explode. If this keeps up, it will be standing room only. Hmmm,
I remember when social media was sharing the newspaper in the breakroom. I’d always read the comics first and see if I couldn’t start the day with a laugh. Do