Hoarding One's Hurts Hurts Only The Hoarder.

A Hug's A Happy Thing While A Shrug's So Often Destructive.

How In Heck Are They Handling Their Surplus Population In Hell These Days? Maybe By The Time You And I Are In The Queue There Won't Be Room For Us.

Speaking Of Birthdays, Our Firstborn [recently Turned 2]. As Parents Sometimes Fondly Do, We Reminisced A Bit About His Early Days On Earth-the Excitement, The Wonder, The Fears When We Brought Him Home. His Every Squeak Or Squawk We Were Sure Heralded Some Terrible Crisis; I Tested The Warmth Of Formulas From Dusk To Dawn, It Seemed. We Were So Germ-conscious My Wife Even Sterilized The Skin Of The Oranges Before Squeezing Them. How Firstborns Ever Survive Their Parents' Attentions Is Beyond Me. However, They Do, And He Did, And, In Spite Of Our Efforts, He Turned Out To Be Quite A Good Guy.

It Is A Damned Sight Easier To Start Wars Than To End Them. This Truth Has Been Stated For As Long And As Often As It Has Been Ignored. High Time And Thank God, We Are At Least Moving Toward De-escalation In Vietnam. The Road To Extrication Will Be Long, Painful, Bitter. But It Must Be Trod. We Are So Bogged Down In Vietnam That We Cannot Respond Effectively Anywhere Else In The World To A Military Power Play Except Through Atomic Bombardment.

It's A Very Short Trip. While Alive, Live.