A Few Birds in Hands . . .

Unless something strikes my fancy or tickles my funny bone, I think I'll return my full or more attention to the few birds in hands, three to be exact, than to all those other birds tweeting away in the bush.

I have been spending too much time on posting blogs, twitters and away from some books I've been working on. Hopefully, all of these fledglings will take on plumages of their assigned feathers and take to the air as one humming bird, one mocking bird and another one of the "Next Great American Novel" caliber, the most revered and majestic of all birds, the American White-crested Eagle. I hope one or two or all would occupy a permanent perch on the book shelves of the world's great libraries, the hearts and minds of common people.

Hey, dreams are free; I might as well dream big! A pound of humility, however, will only fetch you a penny's worth of virtue from the Vatican Euro or the Roman Dinero. ;-)