From The Galloping Senility Files

     Only a few minutes ago, I was standing in the anteroom of my auto mechanic’s shop, when my eye lit on a blue cardboard box bearing a legend that appeared to be in Greek:

     From my recollection of the Greek alphabet, that appeared to spell out OLGOL, although the Gamma is backward. As far as I know, that isn't a word in Greek, though it might be someone’s family name. Is Charlie ordering parts from a supplier in Greece these days? I wondered. To the best of my knowledge, there are no cars sold in the U.S. that are manufactured in Greece. It was, as the King of Siam famously said, a puzzlement.

     But only briefly – i.e., until I thought to turn the box right-side up.

     This getting old really sucks.