It began as the GODFATHER OF MATH, evolved into the GOODFATHER OF MATH. Now this. Go figure...


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The kind of humor I like is the thing that makes me laugh for five seconds and think for ten minutes = G. CARLIN...Stain glass, engraved glass, frosted glass
–give me plain glass = JOHN FOWLES...Music is the mathematics of the gods = PYTHAGORAS... Nothing is more fluid than language = R. L. SWIHART
I cannot live without the oxygen of laughter = DAWN POWELL + + + But please be sure to season that with the hydrogen of gravitas = PAUL OLIVERIO
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Monday, July 18, 2016

Finally, He Said Something Then He Said Something Else

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1955 BUICK

"Are we there yet, Daddy?"
I said it once.

He ignored me.

"Are we there yet, Daddy?"
I said it again.

He ignored me again.

"Are we there yet, Daddy?"
I said it thrice.

Three times ignored
is not nice.

"Where are we, Daddy?"
caught his ear
with my mouth
filled with fear.

"We are somewhere
and soon we will be
somewhere else."

Then I fell asleep
fearlessly in
the backseat
of our Buick

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