Perhaps the west coast of Florida will suffer another hurricane strike this year. If so, where I can't say.
Maybe teenagers are better off if Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut is no longer available in public school libraries. I should know after including it in my English courses half a dozen times or so. I don't.
The DJIA at the close of the day on April 30, 2025? I suppose if I guessed at the number a thousand times, I might get lucky.
I try to remind myself that the words possible and probable are not synonymous.
Will the San Andreas Fault falter finally in my lifetime?
Should I invest in a rental house at Rodanthe, NC? By the way, I'm 71.
The week Beyonce's "16 Carriages" was released I touted it as Song of the Year. Of course I still think Jackson Browne is worth listening to these days.
There is a need for speculation as we plow forward into our lives. No doubt. No doubt. But fields beyond our purview?
Will tonight be my last to lay my head down and go to sleep?
I guess the arms industry is pleased by the cat and mouse affair that exists between Iran and Israel. See how easily punditry comes, and I'm no pundit.
Let me unlearn the impulse to speak upon things I can't know. And, the things I don't know.
Frost wrote of the world to either end via fire or maybe ice.
That question is so far above my pay grade that, well, I'm not even on that pay scale.
Eliot suggested a whimper rather than a bang.
Now that I think of it, let it be a bang.
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