First of all we learn when we are young that in case of an accident there is First Aid. The aid that is delivered first. If it is a real serious accident you look to First Responders to arrive and help. It could be your mother or it could be a bunch of people driving a truck with lights on. Your parents always want you to come first. In races whether of the rat kind or grass kind. If you want the best experience when traveling you try to go First Class. As in ahead of all available choices of comfort. First. Then there is this whole idea of being a First Lady. As in the female spouse of the most important man in the country aka the President. El Presidente himself. POTUS if it is America. Personally I think its all bogus. But hey what I think does not matter. It is for the readership to decide. Now we here in the USA have ourselves a possibility that for the first time a lady will be President. ...
Among human crayons I am Brown. Also, my thoughts bounce around and resemble the idea of Brownian motion. This blog is an interface for the reader into this unique jello I call my mind. A mind so fertile anything grows. An agnostic yet curious mind. A mind attempting the Horatian or Kabirism maxim of Carpe Diem or Aaj kareso aab. Rated W I L D for wilfully irritating to large demographic is sometimes the latter - graphic in its descriptions. Caveat Lector!