There's an old poem that pretty well sums up the adventures of my life.
It's not my job to run the train.
The whistle I don't blow. It's not my job to say how far,
the train is supposed to go.
I'm not allowed to pull the brake,
or even ring the bell.
But let the damn thing leave the track,
And see who catches hell!
Hey, it’s the best deal I can get.
PMO
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