The simple dreams. If each of us could see the world this way, too colorful to make small, too diverse to reduce to black and white.

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An analogy for either sports or prolonged politics…

 

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While I do enjoy standing menacingly along the edge of rooftops in low nocturnal light, this doesn’t make me Batman. Likewise, just because I might be great in one arena in knowledge or life does not grant me expert status in any other.

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(I posted this to social media to poke a friend.) Given the collective age at the recently-announced April get-together, I’m certain that a large asteroid is going to wipe us all out if we do convene. ‪

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Wedding anniversaries are either a testament to the greater patience and perseverance of women or an indication that the threat of punishment for murdering us in our sleep is an adequate deterrent.

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I recently bet a writer friend of mine, “Any fool can write a romance novel.” She challenged me to do so; here it is: “He apologized sincerely, handed her the remote, finished the foot rub, moved away the dishes to do later, and asked what he could do to make his mother-in-law happier. They lived happily ever after.” She owes me $100. Random House Publishing optioned the book for two million dollars.

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