Things Are Worse Than I Thought

Went into town today to get newspapers for their employment want ads.

One didn't have any at all.

Another only had one: Wanted--experienced hairdresser.

The third only had get-rich-quick schemes.

I'm glad I'm not in debt now, but who knows what I'd be doing if I needed income worse than I do. If I had more of a family to support and that.

On my way back to the house, I saw a Porsche parked out in front of a storage garage, with a For Sale sign on the windshield.

I told Moonshine, "Don't worry, kiddo. You're exactly the car I want AND need. Besides, I'm living the life I probably deserve...or better than that!"

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PS: As an update to My Story On A Certain 1970s Toy Airplane/Glider, a scale modeler elsewhere Made His Own With The Help Of Its Inventor!

The Sequel To Last Year's Ever-Popular "Pants"--"Shirts"!

Now that the weather is nice enough here to allow this kind of activity...

Polo.





I contemplate a crossroads of my life. Taken at downtown Jefferson City, just north of the railway tracks on Russell Avenue.

Writer's Block: Celebrating Friendships

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kevissimo, who I met in grade school in Bairdsford, Pennsylvania.