One enchanted evening the man on the hog met a woman at a USO dance. He saw her across a crowded room. They married just before he shipped out to the Pacific Theater of Operations, PTO. Score for a motorcycle hoodlum, but he was the least motorcycle hoodlum on the road. He […]
Cancer Message Still In The Merck Ad Mess
Call me a late bloomer. Maybe you are too? My discoveries and enthusiasm come after most things have moved on. But it still counts for something. At least that’s what I tell myself. I’m telling you, too, it still counts, you still count. I’m late to see the parent shaming ad for hpv16 […]