I went over to my grandpa’s house the other day and he
made us a big pitcher of lemonade. “Now,” he said, “what this really needs is
some ice cubes.” I said, “Technically, those aren’t cubes. They’re trapezoids.” My grandpa just stared at me. He said, “You’re out of the will. And so is your dog.”
Random thoughts from a man out standing in his field.
