Last week Mom told me about a wealthy old lady of her childhood acquaintance, who had all the possessions she could possibly want but continued to desire one thing:
I collect sweeping statements. They don’t take up any storage room. They don’t have to be dusted or polished. I can take them out to look at them any time I want and then put them back.
She’d recently overheard one distinguished, elderly woman chastise another:
My dear, but you know burglars never drink wine!
And one I heard recently:
Real millionaires are never fat.
Finally, I just talked to Teej. Here’s something she heard yesterday on a documentary about the Donner party:
When I think what those people went through it just makes the hair on the back of my legs stand up.