Yesterday I witnessed a man yelling at an inanimate object. Have we become so convinced by all the little conveniences that we feel we can’t be wrong, even in the presence of something that was mistaken at the fault of its creator? One can only ponder. I only wanted to tell this man one thing:... Continue Reading →
I sit down at my desk sometimes, not having a clue in the world of what to write about. But, there are times in this world where a story, although maybe not entirely pertaining to the ‘act’ of people watching, finds its way to me from the result of someone’s poor actions that I can... Continue Reading →
A Pickled Smile If you were in a small part of Tennessee, in a particular supermarket, at a particular time last Saturday evening, you may have had the opportunity to watch a young man smile a rather goofy smile at a jar of pickles. I was that young man. The preface to such an oddity... Continue Reading →
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