so i am writing a chapter on Tito's philosophy of equality and i can't find the words...so i decide to get up and stretch a bit.

as i do, i say, "come on, Tito, put the words in my head....what did you think of...."

suddenly i was reminded i have an entire binder full of his speeches.

damn, Tito, you communicate fast for a dead man.

he pointed the way!



but, more surprising, i actually got it!



this moment of pure silliness brought to you by too many undercaffeinated and overthoughtful moments.