I was in my car on my way home from my morning trip to the pipe-and-tobacco store on the corner, and I was stopped at a red light. The light changed---twice, I think---from red to green and back to red as I sat there puffing and thinking to myself, "Is life only a misty stream of honking and yelling?" It certainly seemed that way.
-Old Gargoyle
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