Actuaries, like sportscasters, claim to know how many yards we’ve “ran” and how many to go before we reach the goal. Where is the truth to be found in a crumbling tongue? Frankly, my Dear, I don’t give a dung; I’m a descriptivist when it comes to language. As for life, we come and we go, and no one seems to know whence or whither. Or whence from whither.

November chill
another Hail Mary
intercepted

Bio: Bob Lucky