Folded thought (ramblings) of the day:

Greetings on this lovely Monday here on the south side of 
the folded border.  I'll be your tour guide.  Please keep your 
hands and feet inside the car and hold your questions until 
the end.  

If you look to the left you might be able to make out a scary 
looking sense of desperation being actively tempered by a 
strict regimen of exercise, vitamin C and TV "news magazine" 
shows.  

And a peek out of the right side of the cabin will reveal an 
irritable disposition currently being taunted by gourmet coffee 
drinkers speaking to each other on cell phones.  

We'll do our best to pass this area quickly.  It's advised that 
you not look down the alleys in this neighborhood.  We can't be 
responsible for what you might see.  One hears stories of 
solitaire death-matches, of ballerinas tripping on their 
tongues and writers burning their long-expired poetic licenses.  
I've seen grown men reduced to tears with these images resting 
on their eyeballs.  So be careful.

Now, we're beginning to descend into the real fold.  Can you 
feel the change in pressure?  Don't be alarmed, the free fall 
won't begin for a few moments.  In the meantime, we ask that 
you take a minute or two to reflect on life, liberty and the 
various pursuits of our happiness.  

You'll need something to hold on to...