I am the world’s worst gift giver. Seriously, you could tell me exactly what you want, describe it in detail, give me a picture and exact instructions where to get said time, and I would still end up gifting you something like a Ronco Pocket Fisherman.
Raise your hand if you’d like to have a nice midsized sports sedan sitting in your driveway. The rest of you move along, nothing to see here.
I get a phone call every Monday morning.
We’ve come to a somewhat sad time in our society.
The other night I was forced to battle my way through downtown Orlando traffic.
When I was a kid, we’re talking the early 1970s here, things made in China weren’t exactly known for their quality.
I saw a woman the other day who appeared to be around 50.
If someone traveled forward to today from say 10 years ago, they would find some odd things: Snapchat, Airbnb, virtual reality, 3-D printers, SpaceX and a Kia sportscar.