Often my wife will send me to the store or have me stop on my way home from golf, a ballgame or whatever, to get a few things.
That simple chore can be quite taxing for me. When I come home with everything ask for and the right brand I reward myself with a popsycle.
I always hope I have less than ten items, so I can go to the less than ten items line and move quicker than someone buying their weekly groceries that would feed the whole 101st Airborne.
As I stand in line I often look at the "rag magazines." You know the kind where Brad Pitt has the hiccups so bad he is going to die, or Elvis is still alive on some island.
As I stand there I think of how much the world is full of "myth and malarkey."
October 24, 2017