What to Do When You’ve Already Done Everything You’re Not Supposed To Do. That’s the self-help book I’d like for today, my birthday. 

It’s almost unfair, how the vast net of technology has dumbed us down so that we must be smacked in the head with the proverbial frying pan or repeatedly exposed to neon billboards to take notice.  I think I would have liked the days when we just mused, “Huh, that’s weird, there sure are a lot of cardinals flying about lately.  I wonder if they make them in a different color?”

If born with the propensity to doubt the existence of God, a human needs something in its life to validate its existence.

The rest of us (or is it just me?) fear and dread that moment we believe is coming when the Alex Trebek in our conscience asks us, “IS THAT YOUR FINAL ANSWER?”

Magic happens in our minds and occasionally at Disneyland.