I walked into the Post Office this morning and saw a neighbor standing there barefooted. The temperature is 68 degrees under beautiful, sunny skies. And the village is quiet, quiet, quiet. While we were chatting another person walked in dressed in a tie-dyed t-shirt and shorts. "This is going on my daily journal today," I enthused to the barefooted friend. "All those folks dressed in suits & ties, or high-heeled shoes, creeping along the beltway will so wish they were here. Maybe not all of them....but some of them at least." "Well, it's not my fault they're not," was the only response.
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Sort of sums it up, doesn't it?
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