I spent the morning cussing and discussing at the Co-Op Coffee bar. I didn’t really say a whole lot. Just listened.
Optimistic, most of the guys sitting about. About half were welfare folks, a quarter active workers of one sort or another and the rest of us are retired.
Politically, over whelming conservative, if not Republican and the talk was of doom and gloom and how to change the country back to somewhat conservative directions.
After much talk one of the retired fellows who talked less than I asked the discussion leader; calling him by name, when the discussion came around to the Republicans being in power came up doing what’s necessary, and he asked the leader: “What’s the hardest thing to do in the world, do you think?”
The discussion leader thought for some time and said: “You tell me.” Which is safe enough evasion, I suppose.
The old boy that said: “Well. I’ve always found that life is like trying to make a bed while lying in it.”
From the reaches,