If a superhero won the lottery, I’d be okay with that. You got to figured they’ve kind of earned it.
Just the other day I was getting a Happy Meal and when I pulled around to the drive through window to pay, I had to use a credit card because I had no cash. For some reason I felt it was necessary to apologize. “Sorry, I have no cash ($3.27), I’m just going to have to use my card.”
I thought it was weird that I felt awkward/guilty about using the card instead of cash. Afterwall, the drive through cashier couldn’t care less. Maybe I felt bad because the credit card was stolen.
One of the most endearing things about my father was that he had special nicknames for everyone. They were creative and descriptive and had meaning. For example, he called my older brother “Fido”. Some people thought this to be a slight since they took it for a dog’s name, but my dad said it was short for fidelious, which was latin for faithful. He called my little sister “Kit” because he said she was little, but smart as a fox. My nickname was “BW” (Bed Wetter).
How long have clowns been around? I’m not sure anyone can say for sure, but one thing I can say for sure is that the very first clown probably murdered someone.
As an avid tree chopper, I’m in the woods a lot. Sometimes you see and hear things that are unexplained. I see signs that say, “Posted: No Trespassing” and I can’t explain that. But as I was saying, I think Bigfoot exists. I think that Bigfoot and his red headed stepchild-like cousin Sasquatch are roaming around in the woods right now.
One of the objections to the existence of these noble creatures (by noble I mean vile, revolting, profane, and without mercy) is that we don’t find any of their bones in the wild. Surely some of these creatures have died in the wild (from falls or high cholesterol – beef jerky). My response to that is, “Hey, I know people exists and I’m not exactly tripping over people bones out in the wild.”*
*Did find pine cone shaped like a human vertebrae in 1988.
Sometimes when it’s late at night and I’m just drifting off to sleep, I’ll think about things… I think about friends, memories, my parrot (Mr. Feathers) and ants. Good heavens the ants!