Why??

Why?

Sometimes, I think there is a little bit of a two-year old (or three-year old) in all of us. We all want to ask, “Why, why, why, why, why??” even when there are really no answers to our questions. So, here are my questions that probably have no answers. But, I ask myself anyway…




Why does Marseille have a baseball team and no baseball field?

Why does the French government make the paperwork to live here so hard that it is impossible to do everything the way they tell you it must be done?

Why do most French people know more about the American primaries and election process than most Americans?

Why is good Tex-Mex so hard to find?
Why is homemade salsa so much better?
Why do Haas avocadoes taste so much better than other avocadoes?

Why do people go on American Idol-type shows when they sing worse than me???

Why do people who live in apartment buildings in big cities have big dogs like Saint Bernards??
Why don’t people clean up after their own dogs when they do their “business” on the sidewalk?

Why do the home improvement stores in the middle of Marseille sell lawnmowers?

Why do I cry at sappy commercials and tv shows?