"Crayons!" Theme ... Time

On this day we as a nation should vow to never again say Happy Veteran's Day until we're certain we've done everything we can to ensure every veteran is happy.

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I’ll be at the Ligonier Library Wednesday, Nov. 16, from 2 to 5 p.m. And they invited me so this isn’t going to be one of those loitering/squatter situations where police are summoned and take turns tasing the author … Come to think of it, that may be a great way to boost attendance

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Today’s Time …

• I thought about taking my watch apart to count all the pieces, but I just don't have the time to kill.

• Because fickle publishing industry insists it is looking for timeless books, my next novel is going to be about a broken clock.

• We live in a time when many people aren't truly happy unless they're truly angry.

• Irony of living in these uncertain times is how so much uncertainty could produce so many who are absolutely certain they're never wrong.

• Eternity means having all the time all the time …

• A tornado warning is dangerous weather. A tornado watch is an inefficient timepiece whose hands spin really fast.

• I’m such a reflexive pacifist the only thing I instinctively kill is time.

• Any boss who, frankly, doesn’t give a damn why today you’re late for work is a Clock Gable.

• A horologist (sounds just like it looks) is expert at making watches and clocks and is consumed with all the elements of time. A whoreologist's study is built around mostly hourly increments.

• Must be tough being a tour guide at Big Ben. They work 'round the clock.

• If they gave the death sentence for killing time could you live forever? 

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“Tweet of the Week …”

My father died in ’04; mom in ’17. Their memories flicker fainter each year for our daughters, 22 and 16. It’s a pity. I wish on their tough days they could recollect how the faces of these two people lit up when they saw their beloved grandkids — and stayed brilliantly illuminated whenever they were blessed to be in their presence. I wish I had a pill — just one pill — that would restore all our memories. Not of childhood, but of infancy, when our every expression, sound or gesture provoked pure delight. The pill would remind us of what perfect love, security and hopefulness feels like. One pill. One dose. I’d prescribe it to America.

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