Frazz by Jef Mallett for February 05, 2022

There’s a very large set of people who’ve never had the chance to find out what kind they are. I feel sorry for them.

“I gotta. I just gotta do it.”

There are two types of people. Those you can fit into two types, and those you can’t.

I just had to say that

He’s going to become an airplane pilot and fly puddle jumpers.

The difference is age and insurance. The older one gets the more one needs. At least, according to the dozen or so brochures we receive each month. Between those and the people who want to clean up my hearing problem, and my eye problem, my osteo problems, or buy my house as is, I’m in good hands — lots of them. R-i-i-g-h-t.

Walking to work one frosty morning, I was enjoying those glazed over puddles when a youthful voice behind me, muffled through a thick scarf, pleaded “Leave some for us MIster!” Sound advice for life, as it is for glassed over sidewalk puddles.

There are two types of people in the world: Those who can’t extrapolate from insufficient data. (Now available on a t-shirt.)

There are 10 kinds of people: Those who know binary, and those that don’t.

I’m 73 and still do that. Just tap, no jump.

Most of us don’t want to be cataloged as one type or another. We are all of the same race, the Human Race. Let us be what we like being and doing as long as it is legal.

“Ladies and gentlemen, take my advice:

Pull down your pants and slide on the ice."

- Dr. Sidney Freeman

In grade school, there was absolutely no playground equipment, until somewhere around the 6th grade. The long strips of ice were the only real form of recreation we had, at recess, that the nuns didn’t give us grief about (for some reason!). The ice also showed why shoes with leather soles weren’t always bad, when we’d shoot down that ice like a bobsled!

Ahhh, ice crunching days! The best part of late winter/early spring. ;-)