If everything goes according to plan, daybreak atop the elevated Central Artery on Dec. 20 should bring the sound of silence — the end of a six-decade era of driving along the elevated highway through the heart of Boston. [Boston Globe]
This guy’s walking down a street, when he falls in a hole. The walls are so steep, he can’t get out.
A doctor passes by, and the guy shouts up, “Hey you! Can you help me out?” The doctor writes him a prescription, throws it down the hole, and moves on.
Then a priest comes along, and the guy shouts up, “Father, I’m down in this hole! Can you help me out?” The priest writes out a prayer, throws it down in the hole, and moves on.
Then a friend walks by. “Hey Joe, it’s me, can you help me out?” And the friend jumps in the hole! Our guy says “Are you stupid? Now we’re both down here!” And the friend says, “Yeah, but I’ve been down here before, and I know the way out.”
(from The West Wing, “Noel”) [Dive into Mark]
Never hold your farts in. They travel up your spine, into your brain,and that’s where you get shitty ideas from.
“Forsan et haec olim meminisse invabit”
Perhaps there should come a day when it will be sweet to remember even these things
Victor David Hansen, in Ripples of Battle, about the battle for Okinawa during the Second World War.