Bliss by Harry Bliss for October 17, 2020

Bergman > King

I’d rather see a flying squadron of trumpet blowing angels, and some doing a riff on their lyres, as my farewell!!!

This could be the start of a beautiful friendship.

When my mom was in the hospital, very old and very sick she asked if I saw the beautiful little children looking down on her from above. She smiled and laughed and urged me to look up at the ceiling. To this day, I am not sure if that was her little joke, an hallucination or something else…..

She had a wry sense of humor….

That poor old guy doesn’t look sure he wants to take a walk with the big guy.

What you see is what you get !

Hey, leave those glasses here for the Lions Club to redistribute. You’re not going to need them anymore. (Do they still do that?)

No, this year you serve the interests of clowns the world over.

Death is always drawn as an ominous creature, when in fact, he usually comes as a welcomed friend…..

I think I would rather die laughing.

I just want to know “Where’s Binky”?

When my mom was in her bed (cancer) she told me “I trust you” I had no idea what she meant and wished i had asked her to explain.

Only really bad people get “The Death Clown”.