I found a collar in my old trunk of stuff. Took a picture. See it above? Obviously I didn’t starch and iron it like I did in the fifties. I don’t know where this collar came from but it sent me back to the 50’s album. Sure enough I wore one very much like it.
Proof is in the picture. That’s my little sister, Verna, my son, Carl, and me. Yes, that’s me. That wasp-waist has blossomed into the wasp’s metasoma; not it’s mesosoma. Well, okay, it’s mesosoma also.
I’m a bit light today. Tomorrow I plan Thursday’s Thoughts. I’m fired up, savin’ my ammunition for that.