It just occurred to me that not everyone thinks as I do. I am not talking about the content of our thoughts you sillies.Of course, everybody has different thoughts, opinions, beliefs, wherefores, and etc.Just ask them.They’ll tell you.They will.Can’t get ‘em to shutup (shut up? Shut-up?).I am talking about the actual thought process or processes used to reach a conclusion.Why do some of us have thoughts that “just occur to us” as in, “It just occurred to me that not everyone think...

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I overheard Mom talking one day on the phone to her friend Bessie. She told Bessie that she was cutting back on expenses because of The Bear Market. She said the market was eating them alive and she needed to save their Nest Egg.

The next day mom asked me if I wanted to go shopping with her. All I could picture in my head was bears. Bears at the checkout counter. Bears behind the deli bar giving out free samples of honey. Bears shopping for underwear. Bears everywhere—even old grizzly bear...

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I'm not saying mom did this on purpose but this used to scare the heck out of me. Leave the door to the house open and mom would say, “What were you, born in a barn?”

If my own mom didn’t know where I was born, then who did?

I saw a birth certificate once that said I was born in Texas, but it doesn’t say in which particular building. There is the name of a hospital on the document, but I know in the old days, horses pulled ambulances. Weren’t they? So, they must have had barns. For ...
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Yes do. Run with scissors. (Sorry, Mom – my psychiatrist says I have to immerse to get over my fears.) It is one of the last great adrenaline rushes not restricted in someway by the government.

So do it. Right now. Pick up a pair of scissors and race up and down your hallway with a pair of scissors. Feel the wind in your face and the beat of your heart racing to the rhythm of your feet. Heck, go outside and run up and down your driveway with scissors. Yell a lot. Be the envy of your neighb...

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