Daddy's Home by Tony Rubino and Gary Markstein for May 20, 2018

If you don’t know I’m not telling you.

Tony asked, about 6 hours ago

Who are you?

“After the Fox” comes to mind…

“Who is the fox – I am the fox

Who are you – I am me

Who is me – Me is a thief

You’ll bring your poor, poor mother grief

So after the fox, after the fox

Off to the hunt with chains and locks

So after the fox, after the fox

Someone is always chasing after the fox

Where is the gold – It’s on the truck

Where’s the truck – I won’t tell

You must tell – Then I will lie

You’ll make your poor, poor sister cry

So after the fox, after the fox

Off to the hunt with chains and locks

So after the fox, after the fox

Someone is always chasing after the fox

Why do you steal – So I’ll be rich

Why not work – Work is hard

You’ll be caught – I never fail

All little crooks wind up in jail – Not me not me"

Welcome back, Tigressy!

Unfortunately, I’m unfamiliar with that poem…. (song?)

and can’t find it on Google.

When I hear the words “Who are you?”,

my mind runs to the Who…..

and this:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r5kmCgVhADY

If I knew what, maybe I would know who???

I am he as you are he as you are me

And we are all together

Re: QoTD

The B-side of “Had Enough” by The Who.

Who am I? If I tell you then it takes all of the fun out of being “P51Strega”.

last night I heard Dave Chappelle say “Everything’s funny – until it happens to you”. Well, my wife is in the early stages of vascular dementia, and I gotta say – this is even funnier than it would have been 4 years ago.

And yes, that is directed at every fool who whines “You can’t joke about XXXXX!” Of course you can – and should; that’s what makes it bearable!

Can I ever relate to this one. I think, but I can’t remember why.

People ask what is the difference between dementia and Alzheimer’s. This panel explains it in one simple picture.

doors are memory portals…you go through one, you forget why you went through it

My Sniglets book calls it “destinesia” – the act of entering a room and forgetting why you went there.