18aug06

Democracy is the recurrent suspicion that more than half of the people are right more than half of the time!!!

Four-year-old Doris was getting ready for bed. Suddenly she turned to her mother and asked: "Mother, are we going to move tomorrow?"
"Yes, dear, this is the last night you will sleep here."
"Then," said wee Doris, kneeling beside her bed, "I'd better say good-by to God now if we move to Boston in the morning."


Quote for the day:

And this is the good old Boston,
The home of the bean and the cod,
Where the Lowells talk only to Cabots,
And the Cabots talk only to God.---J.C Bossidy