The older I get, the less I seem to know.

I assume there was an opposite progression when I was but a lad, but I don’t recall anything all that clearly from those early years.

Now I just content myself with dusting my tumbleweed collection and drying out my collection of water droplets from around the world.

I’d like to see Mars someday… Well, actually I’d settle for a Mars bar.

I hear they’re pretty tasty.

If there’s really such a thing as the ultimate truth, mustn’t there also be an ultimate lie?

I guess in golf, the ultimate lie is getting the ball in the cup from you initial drive.

I’ve been told my mind wanders, but the damned thing always seems to find its way home.

I guess that’s all I’ve got to say for now. I’d be too hard to understand until I catch the cat and get my tongue back.