I love to watch people going about their daily activities and am often forced to wonder where our logic goes sometimes. I was watching a lady in the parking lot of my health club the other morning. She sat in her car and waited for a full five minutes before someone came out and relinquished a much conveted parking space directly in front of the building. Keep in mind there were plenty of places to park on the street, an increased distance of some 25 feet from the front door. Nothing would do however but for her to wait until she could pull up right in front of the building. She then went inside, changed into her cute little workout ensemble, and spent an hour walking on the treadmill.

On a similar theme I was at UT in Knoxville awhile back watching the football team workout. As I left I saw an expensive SUV double parked and a campus cop was putting a ticket on the windshield. As I stood watching, a well known running back on full scholarshiup (who shall remain nameless), approached and started whining to the cop about how far he would have had to walk if he'd parked in the team spaces provided. Poor guy. He runs the hundred yard dash in less time than it takes for me to propel myself off the couch to get more Cheet-ohs and he's whining about walking half that distance to get to his car.

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A story from Reuter's this week says the Taliban in Kabul, Afghanistan has evicted the United Nations staff from its office for failure to pay rent. That seems like an awfully capitalistic sentiment coming from the self-proclaimed "Soul of Islam".

Of course these are the same people who have ruled that women could not work outside the home and needed to keep their faces covered. I had an ex-wife that agreed with the Taliban on that working outsdide the home deal. I couldn't get her to cut the lawn no matter where my team stood in the playoffs.

Turns out I also agree on selective face covering for either sex...especially if you write a column in the newspaper and have exercised the poor judgment to let them take a picture of you while wearing a fool's cap.

I'm gonna dash off a postcard to my buddy Osama though with a three word solution to that nation's laundry list of problems. If the members of the Taliban would but take heed the rest of us could sleep easier. The message? "Eat more fiber".

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Living life as a Beatle changes one's perspective no doubt. But I couldn't help being amused by a quote from Paul McCartney recently. The slant of the interview had to do with Paul attributing his energy and vitality, at age 59, to his vegetarian diet. He is just finishing an album and has a tour planned for later in the year.

"I'm working on the new album now." He said proudly. "I've just recorded 18 songs in only 14 days!"

He sang 18 songs in 14 days and offered that as proof of the efficacy of a vegetarian diet. That's singing more than one entire song in a day which sounds like more of an indictment than a testimonial.

Maybe if the boy sunk his teeth into a nice juicy cheeseburger from time to time he'd have the strength to go ahead and chortle out more than a few pitiful bars while the earth spins an entire revolution.

Think of it! On four of the days in those two weeks the poor beggar actually had to sing a SECOND SONG! I wonder if coal miners and high steel riveters know just how soft they have it?

I've been telling people for years that I would have made one helluva Beatle. Why, I sang three songs in the shower before eating breakfast this morning. Of course, I had to suffer through on a stack of buttered hotcakes and a rasher of bacon. It's a wonder I had the strength to drag myself up to the table.