After writing a few posts on heavy-duty subjects like Ukraine and Putin, I need a nonsense break. So over the next couple of days, I’m going to gripe about a few trivial things that irk me, no doubt revealing in the process how pathetically a grown man can waste his mind (or what’s left of it). You’ll know pretty quickly whether you’ll want to waste your own mind reading any of them. For starters, here’s today’s long-suppressed wondering about the persistence of… USELESS

First time I ever shot another human being in the heart I was about eight or nine years old. The kid I shot was a little older. Nice kid. Still remember his distinctive name. Rule Rattray. Didn’t kill him. Google tells me he didn't die until 2018. But I damn near took him out early. Not on purpose, of course, but that probably didn’t make the 16-penny nail from my zip gun hurt any less. Perhaps I better explain. Back when I was a little kid growing up in the wild fore