Princeton…the garden…expressway…crack me up…
Why do you suppose Hitler, Napoleon, & Alexander were terrified of cats?
Did I tell you about my cats?
I fed my male raw hamburger from birth and my female milk. My male would jump out a second story window to catch a bird in flight, and swat an unsuspecting dog on the snout to let it know who was boss, but it was afraid of the female, because he never knew what she was going to do next. And neither of them knew what I was going to do next.
That’s life; plan all you like.
Labor always gets paid, one way or the other.