California Retirement Communithy

It's safe here, I suppose, and the rents don't climb too often. I may ho hum in perfect peace, to the credit of no one in particular. Pleasures are in short supply and "they" won't let me feed the squirrels-- some nonsense about diseases; in my youth I was a master at that, every day back home upon the courthouse lawn. And what's the point, you ask? We dodderers need none. There are our waiting graves to make excuses for us. They are eloquent enough. Silent for the nonce, they speak in hints, apologies and metaphor. (I find I have a special need for those) All is not lost, however. I'm about to release my report on an important new project: If fingers can twiddle as effectively ...in reverse. ~