People Who Stare Deserve The Looks They

Everybody Has To Be Somebody To Somebody To Be Anybody.

Speaking Of Birthdays, Our Firstborn [recently Turned 2]. As Parents Sometimes Fondly Do, We Reminisced A Bit About His Early Days On Earth-the Excitement, The Wonder, The Fears When We Brought Him Home. His Every Squeak Or Squawk We Were Sure Heralded Some Terrible Crisis; I Tested The Warmth Of Formulas From Dusk To Dawn, It Seemed. We Were So Germ-conscious My Wife Even Sterilized The Skin Of The Oranges Before Squeezing Them. How Firstborns Ever Survive Their Parents' Attentions Is Beyond Me. However, They Do, And He Did, And, In Spite Of Our Efforts, He Turned Out To Be Quite A Good Guy.

When Things Are Bad, We Take Comfort In The Thought That They Could Always Get Worse. And When They Are, We Find Hope In The Thought That Things Are So Bad They Have To Get Better.

At Today's Prices For Medicines, Doctors And Hospitals-if The Latter Are Available At Any Price-only Millionaires Can Afford To Be Hurt Or Sick And Pay For It. Very Few People Want Socialized Medicine In The U.s. But Pressure For It Is Going To Appear With The Same Hurricane Force As The Demand For Pollution Control If The Medicine Men And Hospital Operators Don't Take Soon Some Draconian Measures... At The Present Rate Of Doctor Fees And Hospital Costs Under Medicare And Medicaid Plans [taxpayers] Are Shovelling In Billions With Nothing But Escalation In Sight.

Old Age Is Not For Sissies.