All of us were born blessed with skin and bones, no deep pockets,

in fact no pockets at all.   Some have Lackamoola disease,  not suffering at

all, but when your curses are  blessings  and vice verses are everywhere,

ya can’t always get what you think you want.  Tried lying about my age when I was 10

to get my first paper route, and a very brief stint collecting for the Widow of The

Unknown Soldier, didn’t help ( the cop came, but thankfully didn’t need to arrest me).

In the current age of stupendous knowledge and amazing stupidity, it is a

seeming paradox of seeming that there’s no such thing as a sure thing.

Life is hard, but living is easy, even for those who seem to be born with a silver

spoon in their mouth, or those who aren’t, cause it’s by that grace.