[IMHO]  There’re different kinds of sharp; sharp as a tack, sharp as a Lady Schick.  Sometimes sharp is not about intellect (sharp as a tack) … but is about cleverness and/or cunning (sharp as a Lady Schick).  One can have only a dozen-word vocabulary and still be dangerously cunning possibly?  Learned (benign) intelligence doesn’t give me the willies like ego-driven airs of cunning.

When the hungry wolf pack sends the she-wolf into camp to stir-up some grub in the form of horny living-breathing dog flesh, she doesn’t need to be erudite to draw the strongest dog away from the light, …she need only be cunning and sure of focus.  

After last night’s rah-rah-sis-boom-bahhhhhhhh at the pulpit,

…………………………………….oh nevermind, it’s just too depressing. 

But it’s Friday and that means Friday Night Lights.  Get in the truck now, drive somewhere were service is of value for several hours, meet the youths later to offer deepest support. Then...futz around in the garage for a while before meeting the pretty woman love for a long drive to an away-game, put on our root for the team faces, get some of that continuous Immediate Affirmative Distraction that keeps the woes at bay … together.  No tanks in our faces on the tarmac of town square today, .........not yet anyway