in my early fifties.
And I am cutting a wisdom tooth.
This is not news, I cut my first at seventeen, and my second in my thirties, at the same time my daughter was cutting HER first teeth. The fourth wisdom tooth apparently never showed up at all, but the third seems to be making it’s appearance. The pain is… Amusing.
A poem from Samuel Taylor Coleridge
In Kolgn, land of monks and bones,
and pavements fang’d with murderous stones,
and rags, and hags, and hideous wenches,
I counted two and seventy stenches,
each one distinct, and several stinks!
Ye nymphs that watch over sewer and sink,
the river Rhine does, I think,
wash clean the city of Cologne;
but thereafter, what power divine,
shall wash clean, the river Rhine?
Old ST was a drug addict, a utopian, and a nimrod, but he reminds us that in cleaning up messes, we often soil our own hands.
Maybe we ought to think about cleaning up this mess before the dirt is too severe to wash off us, once we’ve washed it from the planet.
Is the next “24 hours of Lemons” in Joliet. Five drivers. Or at least four. $2k per person, I figure. Need cash sponsors. Anyone interested? Thinking about calling it “team Gadsden” and putting a snake on top of car, or “team What would Jesus Drive”
