He made me what I am. My young son asked me what happens after we die. I told him we get buried under a bunch of dirt and worms eat our bodies. It sure would be nice if we got a day off for the president's birthday, like they do for the queen. Of course, then we would have a lot of people voting for a candidate born on July 3 or December 26, just for the long weekends.
Democracy is a beautiful thing, except for that part about letting just any old yokel vote.
Home is where the house is. Often, when I am reading a good book, I stop and thank my teacher. That is, I used to, until she got an unlisted number. You can lead a horse to water but you can't make him gargle. As you make your way through this hectic world of ours, set aside a few minutes each day.