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One marvels why the middle classes still insist on so much discomfort for their children at such expense to themselves.

Elvis ain't got nothing on this kid...

Health consists of having the same diseases as one's neighbours.

One thing that you can say about the bloke: he puts on a hell of a show!

A part of kindness consists in loving people more than they deserve.

In another time and another place, Ezra would have made a more than adequate Black and White Minstrel , as evidenced here by a fulsome finale to "Mammy". As it is, he's holding out hope for a role as one of Gladys Knight's Pips.

All the world's a stage. And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances. And one man in his time plays many parts

Looking skyward on the corner of Elizabeth Street and Franklin Wharf. That's the sharp edge of the Marine Board Building, a tree and a street sign. I like the colours on this one, very 'cool', very 'early morning'. The locals hate this building, but it is interesting enough to feature on this blog a few times already . Anyway, enough of buildings pack with bureaucrats, we have a Theme Thursday topic to tackle! [Cue meandering post.] I might not have mentioned it already on this blog, but I have two sons . Both of my children are charismatic, engaging fellows with a flair for the dramatic. They share a gift for music; they are blessed with a natural rhythm that permits them both tremendous dancing skills; they have seemingly innate abilities in the field of manipulation persuasion; an enormous egotism confidence; immense physical stamina and strength; yet sensitive, compassionate natures. This curse These gifts that both share have led me to ponder the likelihood...