The World Gives You What You Are Willing To Accept

A friend just mailed to complain about his neighbor who is singing to his Chia-pet lamb. I asked him if he noticed there were bars on all of the windows in his building before he moved in.
He said of course he did but the rent was cheap.

Travel Obsevations

1) 2 size ten Sketchers do not serve well as brakes for a forty seven and one half pound suit case when it bears down on you as you are forward of it on an escalator.

2) TSA agents are not required to carry band-aids.

3) Nothing works as a sufficient book-mark when the aircraft you are in hits a wind-shear and abruptly drops three hundred feet.

4) Airline food has gotten colder but not better.

5) Do not attempt feigning sleep to prevent your seat companions recitation of their biography, it doesn't work.

6) When asked , "what are you reading?" Do not reply, "a book I wrote." Striking them when they counter with, "Is it any good?" Is deeply frowned upon by any Air Marshall who is on the plane. I don't know about you but I swell a little at altitude and those hand-cuffs bite.

POTPOURRI

Not a bowl of stinky dead flowers but a miscellaneous gathering of items.

First and foremost: A thank you to Carol Dresser who came to visit me at the Mill Street Festival in Plymouth, WI. yesterday. (I tried to insert a picture of Carol and I here but this software aint up to the game.)

Carol was the very first person to send me fan mail. (It was just a note telling me she liked a story I had written for Dying In A Winter Wonderland. I prefer to call it fan mail.) She pointed out to me yesterday, "If someone goes through the effort to do something well, the least one can do is acknowledge that fact."
A lesson learned from a lady who has more class in her little finger than I will ever have in my lifetime.
So in an effort to make up for this lapse on my part, Thank You All From Amadeus to Mrs. Zimdars (a grade school teacher I was gifted with). Thank you all from the bottom of my heart.