Franklin Pierce Adams Quote – The Good Old Days

“Nothing is more responsible for the good old days than a bad memory.” – Franklin Pierce Adams
Read more“Nothing is more responsible for the good old days than a bad memory.” – Franklin Pierce Adams
Read more“It is easy to fly into a passion — anybody can do that. But to be angry with the right person to the right extent and at the right time and with the right object and in the right way — that is not easy, and it is not everyone who can do it.” – Aristotle
Read morePATIENT NANA (By Joseph Cavera) Some old woman, Who says so? Watches over mom Stops from going below And her husband, a peaceful man Retirement clearly not in the plan, Cute little attitude, We all know, and love Brings us hope, Thank the man up above… For our patient Nana, Cook and Mother, Who else look us to? I […]
Read more“None of us is alone in this world; each of us is a vital piece of the great mosaic of humanity as a whole.” – Pope Francis
Read moreAs humans get older, our brains shrink by about 15 percent, making us vulnerable to memory loss, dementia, and depression. But the brains of our closest relatives, chimpanzees, stay the same size throughout life, a new study has found. And while 50 percent of Americans over 85 suffer from Alzheimer’s, elderly chimps appear to have no similar problems. “The million […]
Read moreScientists have found there are mass quantities of clean water ice below Mars surface. They don’t know the properties of this water ice, like how pure it is, how deep it goes, and what type of shape it’s in. In order to mine for drinking water, farming crops, or be able to convert it to hydrogen for fuel they will […]
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Read more“That’s the thing about flying: you could talk to someone for hours and never even know his name, share your deepest secrets and then never see him again.” – Jennifer E. Smith
Read moreLife Science If only I was older, wiser than gapped tooth, golden haired twenty-two, I wouldn’t have wondered, what whiskered man is this? His hair like a peppered moth, he sat stubbing cigarette butts into the ancient ruins of the bar ash tray. There was a familiarity in the corner creases of his brown eyes. I could smell the paste […]
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