I LOVE to do Crosswords. I know, I know, there only supposed to be for old people. I guess I must be old. I started doing at least one a day over 2 years ago and I'm so hooked now that I go through mental withdrawals if I don't get to do one. I have gone 2 days before, but it gets almost unbearable.
I think they should make Crosswords a Class 1 drug, with Meth and Heroine. They should be illegal.
Next time you walk by a homeless person think to yourself, maybe they had a severe Crossword addiction and that's why they are homeless and lost their family. It can be that bad. There are times when I'd kill for the chance to do a good Crossword. I'm hooked. Don't get between me and the Puzzle, or you WILL get hurt. I'm not kidding, I'll find out where you live and I'll hunt you down.
On a lighter note, history will be made tomorrow, where will you be. Stories to tell the grandkids. I'll be telling mine about the Great Depression II and the first black president, right along with tales of the Little Tempo that Could. Yeah, those were the days... and yes that's Cat Stevens up there...we're twins.
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