Monday, September 11, 2023

In Case of Panic Emergency, Break Glass or Something

It is not precisely true that I saved every letter and shred of paper ever received, in addition to keeping my own umbilical cord in a freezer.  Actually, I sold the umbilical cord to a coven of witches years ago.  They didn't really want it, but the price was irresistible.  At their request I autographed it, which, as you can imagine, proved to be a very difficult task.     

Oh, and there's this "enhanced" semi-oldie from my correspondence files.  I wonder how far we have actually advanced in Congress on those rare occasions when the UFO issue rears its politically annoying head?  So much is just theater, but so much more is just vaudeville.