I Don't Waste Too Much Time Philosophizing

A Little While Ago I Visited Omaha Beach For The Second Time In My Life. In The Intervening 26 Years, Nearly 20,000 Tides Had Come And Gone And Little Remains Visible Of The Greatest Military Landing In Man's History Of Endless Warring. What's To Be Seen Is Mostly In A Superb Museum And A Panoramic Cemetery. The Cemetery Memorializes With Dignity And Grandeur The Event And The Dead, And Moves One Deeply. Before They Die Less Precipitously And/or In Lesser Purpose, Americans Who Can Should Visit World War Ii's Normandy Beach. Such Seeing And Remembering Helps A Man's Perspective.

There's One Post-christmas Chore I Love-writing Thank-you Letters.... Lots Of Companies For Many Reasonable Reasons, I Guess, Have A Policy Against Sending Even Christmas Cards, Never Mind Things, At Christmastime. But Our Clan Gets A Big Kick Out Of Opening The Warner-lambert Box Containing An Assortment Of Their Wares; We Argue Over Which Of The Boys Is To Get The Union Oil Co. Necktie [and] All The Holiday Long We Play The Marvelous Christmas Music Sent By Goodyear.... None Of These Things Means That Forbes Or Forbeses Have Been Had. But All Of Us Like Being Thought Of.

A Tax Loophole: A Deduction That The Other Guy Gets.

Socialism Will Be Here The Day We Share Our Profits To The Degree We Share Our Failures.

What's An Expert? I Read Somewhere, That The More A Man Knows, The More He Knows, He Doesn't Know. So I Suppose One Definition Of An Expert Would Be Someone Who Doesn't Admit Out Loud That He Knows Enough About A Subject To Know He Doesn't Really Know How Much.