and it came to me then that every plan is a tiny prayer to father time
So i went to the red wings game yesterday.
This portly lady who almost kicked my face as she climbed over the seats kept calling out, "come on babies!"
Have I made mention yet of my love for this work of poetry?
"And I must borrow every changing shape
To find expression ... dance, dance
Like a dancing bear,
Cry like a parrot, chatter like an ape.
Let us take the air, in a tobacco trance-"
TS Eliot
Portrait of a Lady