One problem with age is that patience begins to ebb.

Disney world is an armpit compared to Montana.

Nobody with an IQ higher than emergency-room temperature could ever believe that 'death panels' would be appointed to nudge the elderly toward euthanasia. Yet for idle entertainment, it's hard to beat Sarah Palin's ignorant nattering on the subject.

There's this false notion that this is a regional phenomenon, when in fact every state in the union has hardcore rednecks. No exceptions.

Sunset on the water ought to be a quiet and easy time, but I guess some people can't stand a little silence.

I think in the old days, the nexus of weirdness ran through Southern California, and to a degree New York City. I think it's changed so that every bizarre story in the country now has a Florida connection. I don't know why, except it must be some inversion of magnetic poles or something.

I don't have an e-reader. One reason is that I like to dog-ear the page when I find a particularly good sentence or passage.