Lonely is a state of mind and my cerebrum is the capital. I don't care, of course, what people think, but what do they think? Kindness brings happiness. I know that. It will get you aluminum siding and magazine subscriptions, too, if you're not careful.
Maybe old newspapers are the answer. Nah. Turns out they had wars, too. The obituaries break my heart. I'm reminded that Pinky Lee died, not to mention Eleanor Roosevelt.
Nobody puts taps on their shoes or cards in their spokes or Vitalis in their hair.
Oh, I'm not complaining. I was out of fashion before it was fashionable.