I had a dream last night- My wheaties-buddies Jon, Joe and Aaron were included. Each of them was a Greek god of sorts; Jon=Poseidon, Joe=Hades(?) and Aaron=Man/Zeus(?) Anyway if you get past that equation, we were all situated on a small desert island [one palm tree] out in the middle of a bright blue ocean. Jon and Joe were arguing over the land as Aaron stood on shore watching. As the yells...
I'm watching this video online
of a 2yr. old reciting “Sonnet 18” by Shakespeare. I can’t help but feel like Ol’ Willy is turning over in his grave as this keeps going. irony?