Noisy Thursday

In the City, the notion of insanity is meaningless, and in the Bushes it would behave thusly: The belief that all NOT wired as you are, are MIS-wired.

Could it just possibly be true that anything really important can be said in three minutes, or in three words?

New, fresh data, is perishable, and does not travel well in time, or in space.

One ole’ City dude admitted, “Yeah, I reckon I am pretty damn predictable; and even I know which cards I’m likely to deal with every hand, but I’m STILL the best game in town.”  (Well, I reckon I could be a bit of a smart-ass and say a few words regarding the benefits of travel, and getting out of your own back yard.)

All that noise you hear in the City…it’s just noise.

J.