Greetings, my fellow port swillers!

To the young lady sitting behind me in off-and-on stand still traffic this morning:  Dear, people can see you squeezing your blackheads.  You might want to save that for some other time and place. (Same to you fellahs who feel the urge to pick your noses.)

As Lon Solomon likes to say in his local radio ministry, “not a sermon, just a thought”.