Crazy...in delightful ways.

The difference. I told a compatriot today. Is in our individual definitions of crazy. It's perfectly fine. To be my kind of crazy. I see us all as crazy. Mostly, nicely crazy. Good crazy. My compatriot's perception of crazy. Is a shameful sort. Reason to be embarrassed.  I live in an insane asylum. That is my definition of the world. A gigantic insane asylum. Full of crazy people. And you know what? I like much of what I see.  Around me. Not everything, of course. But enough to make me happy. And to acknowledge the truth. We're all crazy. Fortunately, many of us in delightful ways. --Jim Broede