Reflections from the life and times of Mr. Smith. Ah the time has come to travel again. I think I will go on a road trip. I started my trip by getting in my car and driving it out of my flower garden. It didn’t go very far. The car that is. It had no wheels, and was resting on four old cinder blocks. Then I paused and pondered, I sat and wondered, what had happened to my wheels? Then I remembered that this was an old car I had found for just a buck at a yard sale. I opened the door and hopped out of the car, trying not to crush any of my flowers. I went to my garage and got in my real car. After backing out of the garage I paused and reflected on life and I asked myself, why, why, did I not open the garage door before backing out? I started to drive down the street when I paused and reflected on life and I pondered where I was going to go on my road trip. When suddenly I knew California was the place for me. So I loaded up my truck and I moved to Beverley, hills that is. Ok so I didn’t move, but that’s how the song goes.
Thus ends this week’s reflections. And then my mirror image disappeared.
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