DON’T WORRY BE HAPPY

When I was a little kid in Corona del Mar, California, my next door neighbor had a poster of this guy, Meyer Babba, his smiling face, I remember, she used to make her son, my friend, drink carrot juice.

It always brought mirth to my child’s mind, learning new words like Babba, the sentiment, a happy thought.

Some people worry too much, I thought then, as a child. To me, it was a nice idea, don’t worry, be happy, like watering all the plants, or helping out around the house, taking the dog for a walk.

My neighbor and I talked about it and agreed that worry didn’t change anything.

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10/15/22