HERE SHE IS

A few days after "Anonymous" told me I was ugly inside and out, a friend and I were having breakfast at a Perkins. As we were leaving, a woman and a young boy were coming in, and she said, "Let the beautiful woman pass." I gave her a quizzical look, and she said, "Yes, I mean you." So, here's the ugly woman.

THIS IS A TRUE STORY

Rebuttal

Dear anonymous--you must be fat. I'm 72, been smoking since 9 years old, and am healthy as a horse --however, I'm quite sure that if I get hit by a semi and get killed the death certificat will read, "Death due to consequences of smoking."

SOLUTIONS?

When I was a youngster, I would see scratched into sidewalks and in other places, "WPA."
Our infrastructure in this country is in such bad shape, and I live in a state with 8% unemployment, wouldn't be a better idea to re-start the WPA and let the unemployed be proud to be working rather than hand out a pittance (which I won't get). I'm quite sure that if I got that 600 bucks, I'd go out and spend it on things made in China. So will a lot of other people--and there we are, back to square one. I always used to laugh when I saw the cement street markers in the town where we lived, because they were made by the WPA, in a town that never in its history voted for a Democrat, and the town was quite snobby about its unique street markers.

Solution 2: Reinstate gasoline stickers, so that even if the rich drivers of giant SUV's could afford it, they could buy just so much gasoline. I remember during WWII what a treat it was when my parents save enough gasoline stickers so we could take a Sunday drive.

Solution 3: Tax obesity. Everybody gets weighed once a year and if their BMI was too high, they'd get socked with a big tax. Also tax the restaurants that serve us lumberjack portions and "all you can eat" buffets.

Wyn for President. Imagine walking down smooth sidewalks in your size 4 dress, and actually enjoying an outing with the kids!

Elder Ignore

I sometimes wish I were Chinese or Chippewa where elders are revered, instead of ignored as we Americans do. At a recent gathering of younger people, parents of small children, I just sat in a chair out of traffic. The only person who spoke to me was a 3-year-old who planted himself in front of me and said, "HI!" When I complained about the lavishing of presents (privately) and expressed the wish that some of that money could better be spent giving to charities, I was chastized and told, "You don't know these people," to which I replied, "They don't bother to know me, so I feel like fifth wheel." I live among a lot of people whose kids are lucky to get one toy from the Salvation Army, and even the SA's kettle giving in this area was down $17,000 this year. Those at the gathering called my area _____Tucky, which really hurt my feelings. I have apologized for making a family member angry, and have not heard from that family member since Xmas.

I am a reasonably intelligent, well-read person, and have much to share in just about any group of people, if only they'd just not assume that I am a dumb old 72-year-old, to be tolerated. It hurts a lot to be ignored