The “High Life”
Ah, wealth! The high life. A stable of exotic motor cars, property in the Hampton’s, maids and butlers at one’s beck and call. Then, there is the homeless veteran on the streets...
Ah, wealth! The high life. A stable of exotic motor cars, property in the Hampton’s, maids and butlers at one’s beck and call. Then, there is the homeless veteran on the streets...
In so many ways I am stuck in the position of disagreement with social media. Oh, I am a member in good standing on X but I dislike more than half of...
It’s quite a name for a docile website, “Thud Net.” A website that has only the good in mind for all people. Then again, “spare the rod, spoil the child?” Ain’t life...
What ain’t right? The U.S., the president, your neighbor, the dog down the street that barks all night, the bird that crapped on your windshield, the entirety of our world? Nah, it’s...
The title is a question that I, in my wisdom (or lack of) ask myself minimally, once a week. I have asked this of myself since around age twelve. It gets a...
Normally, I am certain to post every two days or more if I have something to say. It’s been five days now and I have been busy. Then again, other than a...
Sometime last night, I think it was around eight PM, I was speaking to my wife , answering a question she asked: how many miles do you think you traveled while in...