Today is the simultaneous anniversary of the day the Titanic sank and the day Fenway Park opened. For many Sox fans, it just figures that two such major catastrophes would occur on the same day.
It took 84 years for the Sox to win a World Series which some attributed to the sinking of the Titanic (there ARE no coincidences) and others attribute to selling Babe Ruth to the Yankees which led the Yankees to become a great team, but turned Ruth into an alcoholic.
Me? I’m from New York, so my tragedy was when they sold the Dodgers to California and I could never abide the Yankees.
Anyway, by the time you read this, the Titanic and the Fenway coincidental catastrophe will have passed and we will all have to wait another year for them to occur again. Meanwhile, let’s go back to our own personal miseries which, while not being international in scope, are enough to bum out the entire family. I just want to say this about that. You’ve got to live somewhere, but I feel like we are in the middle of trying to rebuild this entire house.
We could move, but where? While we could get a decent price for this place, I’m not convinced we could afford anything else we like. No matter how cheap the houses are, we are not moving south. I think Garry and I are the couple least likely to feel moving south is a good idea. Aside from the culture (atrocious), our southern states have even bigger, uglier bugs than we do and that’s saying something. Moreover, even assuming we could survive southern culture and not wind up murdered in a ditch somewhere, I’m pretty sure we’d never survive southern insects. My heart would give out.
And now for The Questions!
What would be the worst “buy one get one free” sale of all time?
Buy a big ugly spider. Get her mate free.
Have you ever gotten a really bad haircut? Do share!
One day, oh so many years ago, I went in for a trim. I had long hair. I wanted the ends trimmed. Maybe about half an inch. Get rid of the split ends and tidy up the shagginess. Before I finished saying “just trim the ends a little bit,” the “designer” had lopped off half my hair. He didn’t like long hair.
Years of growth, gone. I live in fear of those scissors!
Isn’t Disney Land and Disney World (and all the variants) just a people trap operated by a mouse?
Garry once, while at Disney World commented that “God is a mouse.” Perhaps ALL the world is operated by a mouse. Or a cockroach.
What if Batman got bitten by a vampire? What would happen?
The vampire would develop even great super powers and Batman would have to sleep in a casket every night.
What do you want your final words to be if you could choose?
This is IT? Born, live, suffer, die? Shit.