chicken little is dead, long live chicken little

"the sky is falling, the sky is falling!"

thus spoke chicken little. a little like the boy crying wolf or all those other statements or observations that were either a bit before the mark or totally WRONG. so goes the human experience.

in other realms:

it's monday and the Giants just took two out of three from the A's in that ugly stadium across the bay. Barry the Bonds hit number 714 and tied the Babe for all time despite the hate and gnashing of teeth from all the malcontented fans, players and others of the game. anyway, the pitching in all three games was stupendous, the Giants sticks were blazing and since the Oakland A's are touted as one of the best teams in baseball this year either the Giants are getting online and on a tear or have just made a very nice flash in the pan.

time will tell.

time will tell, DANG! what a deep group of words that is today for this scribbler of the english language. thoughts of the deep forever haunt me today, gang.

ok, back to work - and a couple of full page newspaper ads will jump from mind to computer screen like freaking magic.

over and out...