On the Down low...

A Tale for Modern times?

Once upon a time, people had to journey to the river or town well to fetch water. They hauled skins or pots of water back to their house. Sometimes they hauled the water in a picturesque fashion, such as atop their noggin or on a yoke. I believe we have come full circle. This thought came to me as I was hauling the bottled water from my car to the house. I didn’t try to balance the water on my cranium, however.

And the Bunny Failed to Rise Again on the Third Day

Hope everyone is over the bunny poem. Was it in poor taste? Why yes it was, but then mom always said do what you do best. Got to respect mom’s wishes after all. Remember I neither killed the rabbit nor took the picture, though I could eat hasenpfeffer while holding a bunny in my lap without any qualms.

There and back again, a kid’s tale…

Things are going to be touch and go for the next week, so please be patient – I may not be visiting you all as often, or at all, and the posting may be a tad scarce. No worries, just the way it works out. I just don’t want anyone thinking I was in a snit or anything was amiss. I really enjoy seeing what you all have been up to and a more talented, fun loving bunch would be hard to find. I will be back before you know it, or in the now famous words of General Douglas MacArthur, “Where’s my f**cking pipe”?!