The Day When Washington Mutual failed |
I
suspect that when I return, even the two big toads will be retired. All
the little toads have already disappeared. Not just a case of too much
light, just that big barracudas have swallowed up what was once a nice
friendly bank. This is dedicated to all the Washington Mutual employees
who have been utterly destroyed. I will be taking my acorns and tubers
elsewhere. That said, I am now am now firmly nestled in the lap of luxury and in life I have done a few good things... All of my children are talented and I pride myself in knowing that the lines of Shel Silverstein, Tom Lehrer and other quirky authors were transfused into their little skulls. There was to be no readings of Goldilocks or common fairy tails. Instead. I read Kafka and The Metamorphoses. Rich dreams are worth such sowings and Tom Leher’s "Sliding down the razor blade of life" may not be entirely out of line. I near forgot, Mick suggested I check out this Darwin award site. When I got home I got my foot-peddled computer up to speed and took a peak. I might be a bit dense but I don’t understand what he meant to say. There are many instances of that with Jim and Mick. Even with my thinking cap on, I sometimes don’t understand. Perhaps it is clinched too tightly, or pulled down too low. Sometimes, I feel I am a candidate for a Darwin award. Look for the balloon story. Sorry, way to old, but there was a follow- up. I am looking forward to a Merry Christmas for all! Big Mick did send me a Christmas card, so I think all is okay. On cardboard he had inscribed: TIMES ARE HARD HERE'S YOUR DAMN CHRISTMAS CARD |