Well thank God for that, Walt, because if there's one thing I have a lot of anymore, it's vagueness.
You and me both, sister!
I could corner the market on ignorance but I don't know how to do it. In the meantime I talk to the birds and the trees and the red headed woodpecker that thumps the side of the house good and loud when I don't give him any peanuts.
That's poetry, Bob!