A collection of distilled sarcastic wisdom, numerous photographs, discussions of books and stuff to learn and more stuff to think about from a retired economics professor turned blogger and photographer.
Where is every one going? Where is every one coming from? These photos of the early morning skies tell their story, almost to the airport in Salt Lake where they can get off the plane and stretch their legs or settling in for a trip to who knows where, anywhere in the world. So life is a continual adventure as we wander to and fro, checking our luggage, wondering who we will sit by, hoping for a smooth flight or a smooth landing, glad to get home, thankful when the flight is over and we have reached our destination. And we thank those who work in the skies to make our travels possible.
I hope you are cheerful on this Saturday morning no matter how you may otherwise feel or how many worries and woes and trials and tribulations you can count. Make someone smile today. Get in touch with someone you have been inexcusably absent from and need to touch bases. Think about people today, about what you can do for someone. If you are ancient, like the Curmudgeonly Professor, can you remember the song "Come Saturday Morning"? 123d South, normally clogged by 7:00 a.m. with people going to work is relatively still today. People are at home decluttering, cleaning out the garage, catching up on their sleep, helping their spouses, watching television, going to Costco, and otherwise thankful to have a weekend free of the normal work grind. Except for those noble souls who work Saturdays for the police, the fire department, the hospitals, the stores, and all those who work so we don't have to for a time to catch our breath. Just be thankful for this Saturday morning and all will be well with you throughout the day.