Many of you may also know I'm no Road's Scholar, or even a Rhodes Scholar.
More of a Dirt Road Scholar. Donkey Trail Scholar. Maybe just a Tire-Treads-in-the Mud-Leaving-a-Murder-Scene Scholar.
Lately, though, I've been wrestling with the meaning of life. My life, in particular, since I have to put up with it every day.
I read some of Viktor Frankl's Man's Search For Meaning.
I read the English version…I think. Couldn't really understand all of it. But some of it stuck with me.
As I age, how is my raison d'être changing?
First off, I don't really like Glosette raisins anymore. I prefer the peanuts.
But I think it goes deeper than that.
What really gives meaning to my life right now? What do I get up for?
Here's a partial list:
• Adam's Peanut Butter
• Miss Vickie's Applewood Smoked bbq Chips
• Adam's Peanut Butter
• Miss Vickie's Applewood Smoked bbq Chips
That about does it. We're done here.
