Walking on air is easy. Come up and try it with me.
I’m off to a new week. April has flown, so where are the May flowers?
TGIF and happy hour here I come. But no jello shots this week.
A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy? (A. Einstein)
Tower, this is Egret 203, would you please get that Anhinga off the runway, I need to land.
To borrow the last words of my favorite poet, Allen Ginsberg, “Toodle-oo.”
Hey, shadow, you’re supposed to be behind me. You know that right?
She wanted fish, so sushi is what it will be tonight.
Remember what Joseph Addison said: Sunday clears away the rust of the whole week. May you have a peaceful Easter.
Beauty just speaks for itself.