Valet Log: 051911b — Working Guy
Imagine Captain Kirk as a middle-age parking valet . . . commiserating with a hot street walker on a hot night.
Imagine Captain Kirk as a middle-age parking valet . . . commiserating with a hot street walker on a hot night.
Imagine Captain Kirk as a middle-age parking valet . . . surprising a female customer with a quip about a paternity test.
Many men spend years chasing hot women. Then they spend even more time worrying about losing them. Fellas, this is no way to live!
Cubs fans pack the CTA, rubbing each other the right way. By the time the train gets to Addison, some of them have already gotten off.
Sometimes Cubs fans forget that they are guests on MY CTA Red Line train. I don’t get in their cars and act obnoxious.
Imagine Captain Kirk as a middle-age parking valet . . . stricken by the impulse to drive off with somebody else’s woman.
Imagine Captain Kirk as a middle-age parking valet . . . bonding with a dog who wishes he were elsewhere with saner humans.
Do you feel alone; trapped? Do you wonder if God truly cares about you? It’s easy to miss the still, small voice in the loud, crowded city.
Everybody enjoys a self-righteous standoff every time CTA doors open. And nobody ever does anything to fix this problem.
Imagine Captain Kirk as a middle-age parking valet . . . poor and hungry, outwitted by a seagull for a Ritz Cracker.
Is it better to be poor than rich? Do poor people find it easier to follow Jesus? Can a camel squeeze through the eye of a needle?
When I was a child, I wanted to sing like Mahalia Jackson. So my mother taught me my first song, “Jesus Loves Me.”