A few years ago, I was standing by the kitchen sink looking down the driveway. There was a large flock of starlings flying straight toward the house about 4' off the ground. When they got to the house, the whole flock went straight up over the house but on the way up, they all dumped their loads. They splattered the whole front of the house with shyt. It was about 10F and it froze almost immediately. It was a month before it warmed up enough to hose it off. Starllings aren't my favorite bird.


β€œIn a time of deceit telling the truth is a revolutionary act.”
― George Orwell

It's not over when you lose. It's over when you quit.