Saturday, November 25, 2006

Dear God,

a bunch of grown men are calling each other sissies in a fight over what they are going to force their women to wear.

Is this how you saw it unfolding when you put this place together?

There is a dead dog on the sidewalk by the bus stop. It's the white one that used to hang around the fuhl stand wagging his tail and nosing at the customers. Must have got hit on the road and crawled there to die. He's laying there like he's asleep in the sun, and he might be, except he hasn't moved in three days. And he's getting larger.

Maybe when they get this scarf business settled, they could send someone over to give him a little funeral.