peddling where Pacific Blvd. becomes Old Country Rd., paying attention to traffic and what is on the pavement, a small, shiny object catches the eye. Identifiable, despite being somewhat ground into the asphalt by car tires, to the naked eye it is a pair of Swiss Army Knife scissors. I look up expecting to see a highway sign warning me to watch out for falling (Swiss Army Knife) scissors. Not there. The light changes and I keep going along the Caltrain right of way. On down the line.
Have we cut the umbilical cords to the fetid, necrotic body politic of our society?
peddling where Pacific Blvd. becomes Old Country Rd., paying attention to traffic and what is on the pavement, a small, shiny object catches the eye. Identifiable, despite being somewhat ground into the asphalt by car tires, to the naked eye it is a pair of Swiss Army Knife scissors. I look up expecting to see a highway sign warning me to watch out for falling (Swiss Army Knife) scissors. Not there. The light changes and I keep going along the Caltrain right of way. On down the line.
Have we cut the umbilical cords to the fetid, necrotic body politic of our society?
Yes you assays do very much have musical cadence... may the beat (you beat) go on into next year.