A Man’s Got To Know His Limitations...

I have tried to live my life by the words of Clint Eastwood...

“Do you feel lucky?   PUNK!?”

Not those words, but the other words, “A Man’s Got To Know His Limitations.”

Although I DID actually fire a Magnum once, but it wasn’t my fault.  It was my brother-in-law’s fault..you know...the biker dude who took advantage of my 19-year-old sister’s low self-esteem and lack of ambition.  It was near the Teton Peaks on the Idaho-Wyoming Border... real rugged territory...and...

But I digress.  That’s one of the things I know.  I have a limited ability to focus, but I am very good at dithering on about anything that slips into my stream of consciousness, and...

See what I mean...

Anyway, so back to a man knowing his limitations.  I am lousy at budgeting.  I am quite competent at impulse buying.  (“What a deal!”   “Used cat litter...2 for $1").  All you have to do is put it near the front of the store, and I’m in!!

So I was shopping one day, and I got an idea.  Could I improve on thought discipline if I could just focus on those things which enter my stream of consciousness?  So this is what happened.

The great questions of my life?  These are the things I’m going to ask St. Peter or God or whomever shows up if I ever make it to the Pearly Gates?

1-What if there had been a LITTLE BITTY bang instead of a BIG BANG?

2-Do humans actually eat kale?  And if so, why?  (That was technically a two-part question, but I’ll let it slide).

3-What did people do before Netflix?

4-Was there a second shooter on the grassy knoll?

5-What’s the difference between Bridgeport, Connecticut and Detroit, Michigan?

6-Are vegetarians superior to everyone else?

7-Who is in charge of miracles?