a lifetime of diminishing returns

Erica and i were watching TV last night. In some random scene a guy grabbed a woman by the shoulders and began to shake her.I thought I saw a specific pattern on the back of her jacket until Erica explained she was wearing a scarf and what I had seen was her hair poking out from underneath. She asked what I thought it was and i told her.....back in the mid-70's, as we meandered out of Viet Nam our hippies began to wear a patch. It was a hand making a peace sign, filled in with the flag. You old-timers prolly had one on your army jacket-----

She could not recall so i grabbed my ipod and opened my favorite app (Notebook. It is set up like Post-It's. I make lists/notes almost every day. Right now I have 87 lists/notes/award-winning ideas going) to make a note to Google it for her. I typed in "flag peace sign patch". But between my spotty typing, awful vision and auto-correct, this morning I had a note to Google "Flag poop wave bitch"

I did not look for it. If the CIA ever confiscates my 'pooter (you can never be sure who is watching you), I don't want that in the search history.