Sept. 25, 2015
Well, now I know why poor old Boehner had tears in his eyes as he stood behind the Pope yesterday. I don’t blame him for quitting—It was like trying to herd cats. Maybe he’ll enter a monastery.
Did I mention how sad I was at Yogi Berra’s passing? I had a picture of him (along with one of Stan Musial) on my wall when I was about 12. Both were consistently good players—not flashy, but dependable. And really nice guys. Not just respected, but beloved. Well, it probably had something to do with powers of concentration. Like the Yog said, “Ninety percent of everything you do is half mental.” I often feel half-mental.
So much for now. Things uneventful here.