And then I saw his obituary in a magazine and we suddenly became soul mates"of a sort.
After viewing the Newsweek picture of Buckley in his palatial apartment at his desk with his typewriter, on top of a huge mountain of clutter , I was blown away by our similarity. Behold! I had a kinship with the dear, departed fellow, but he had no way of knowing it. And needless to say, my digs have nothing in common with his -" except clutter and my own pile could never hope to match his world-class peak! (I'm sure that there must have been many out there who shared this sentiment when they viewed that picture.)
Alas, there is nothing I can do about my problem, other than write an occasional ditty on the subject. Here is my latest:
The bane of my life is this cluttering!
Once again, I hear myself muttering:
"It surely would pay if I'd THROW IT AWAY! "
(Then I always return to my puttering.) *
* I refer to my car as "a mobile landfill"
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