“We ain’t waiting for nuthin’!”

Eric Smith wrote in from Tennessee, “New York in November? No way. I’ll wait till March.”

How silly. Eric should know by now that we don’t wait for anything.

Whether it’s a nudist colony in Texas, the pit crew for Jimie Johnson or having lunch with the Tibetan monks at their monastery, as Bob says, “Time is a figment of your imagination. What you waiting for?”