A friend sent me these:
They are the folks who started us up … the pioneers. Bet they are lookin’ down and screaming at us to stop complaining every time: we have to mow the lawn, run to the store, change a diaper, and the really big one … whining over a dropped cell call.
BTW, diapers were made of cloth and scrubbed by hand back then.
May Your Glass Always Be Half Full
Read a chapter of Maxi’s novel:
Over the Edge