Nothing To Do
by William Crisp
Either as a blessing or as some sort of punishment of Karma for crimes committed in a past life, I haven’t figured out which one, I am around a lot of kids of various kid ages of non-varying stages of annoyance. One of the things they seem to have in common is their complaint that they have nothing to do and/or are bored during the summer, here in God’s Country.
Eeegads, how did young imaginations become so limited? I have an idea that things got limited when we put unlimited technology in their hands.
Why don’t they Google, “What can I do today?”