As ignorant insects fight to the death, we cling to the sides of the craft we ride. Between buffets & blows, we grasp for breath; we find daily life is insecticide. "The world is too much with us," it's been said, so we squander time with pocketed hands -- Never guessing that earning daily bread would take up most of the time that we had. Though it's nice to have food, we also need music & joy & laughter & dancing. To live without these is meager indeed, your toilet-paper stash notwithstanding. I choose the Grasshopper over the Ant. Groove while you can: don't be told that you can't. (By James S. Dwyer, 2-7-2021)
The Cuttingsville Times 