I can't seem to resist chronicling the nerver-ernding parade of human flotsam and jetsam in the line at Starbucks. A little more flotsam than jetsam this time around. Did I type "nerver-ernding"? That must be Swedish for "never-ending"-- and I don't speak a word of Swedish!!! If I were an evangelista, I would assume that God is speaking through me. But I'd have to ask myself, has God got nothing more important to do than to have me go among His people and utter the Swedish word for "never=ending"? Come to think of it, "never-ending" is a good description of things. I'm finally beginning to sense my mission in life. I need a piece of poster board and a marker. And a white robe. Nerver Ernding!