Urban Up Keep

I heard this semi-plaid City sorehead declare, “Although I am not bound by old, silly religious beliefs, if I DID believe in evil, I think that now-a-days I’d see it known as “advertising.”

The time may well come, me ladies and gents, when it’s “Do, or BE do-ed.”

Along WITH City consciousness comes all of the routine headaches of urban upkeep.

In a sparse part of the forest, two wolves met, and began to run together, and periodically the dominate one would growl to the other, “Don’t you ever forget, I’m the head of the pack.”  And one day the other one thought, “Yeah, but don’t you forget, I AM the pack.”

A Revolutionist Reminder For A Friday:

All “problems” start out as something else.

J.