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Triangle Trucks

I was three years old, and in our house, the kitchen table was right up against the window to our front yard and the street beyond. So I'd sit there eating breakfast, and three days a week our local township would send the "garbage man" as we called him, around to pick up our trash. As I recall, we didn't even have to set the cans out -- galvanized aluminum, remember those? -- the collector would just trot up our short driveway, pick up the cans and haul them out to the truck. Seated at the table, I got to watch this routine frequently.

Garbage (waste disposal) trucks really haven't changed much since the early 1960s. They might operate more efficiently now, but to my layperson's eyes, they're the same. The "business end" isn't square or rectangular; it's not precisely a triangle, either. But what does a three-year-old know? It's got a rounded, curved outside edge.

Kind of like the edge of a slice of toast, when you cut it into quar…

A Change of Sex

How the world has changed, and so quickly too.  We have openly gay folks marrying, and now discussions of how transgender folk are to be accepted in society.  But the really huge change is sexual harassment.  Sex abuse includes everyone, straight, gay, transsexual, and any other self identity - I have heard of pan-sexual and CIS but I don't know who that represents.

This week, the list of famous men accused of sex harassment has grown. Some of the abuse occurred twenty or thirty years ago.  I did not realize it then but once the tales of priestly sex abuse came out, it was inevitable that the abuse in the rest of society would be revealed.

The response from many abusers has been in many cases to admit their guilt, to beg forgiveness, and to stand by for their punishments.  Others, most notably the politicians, deny any abuse.  What else can one expect of politicians who tend to say one thing while doing another.  

The President, the biggest politician there is, is guilt…

Question: Why? Answer: Fate!

[Note: No, this is not who we are. It's just what we look like, okay?]

This past weekend, I attended the wedding of a friend's daughter. My friend and I go back to 2nd grade. Our friendship has had its ups and downs but the ups have been longer and more numerous. In adulthood, we experienced one another's marriages, divorce, adventures in parenting, health scares and losses. And now, the next phase: Being an in-law.

My son and his wife were there. The very fact of our being  at this wedding came about under curious circumstances.

Sister Drama

Jenna-Day sat next to the body, first looking at its face, then at its chest moving in sleep breathing.  She gulped in a breath and held it to settle her stomach.   She reached over and poked the body's forehead with her finger, speaking into her sister’s mind through the touch, “Wake up, we have a problem.”

“What has happened?” asked Jenna-Night into her sister’s mind.

“First, let’s switch,” said Jenna-Day.

The sisters exchanged bodies through their touch. Jenna-Day entered the comatose body as Jenna-Night entered the awake body. The sisters shared the single body -- one awake by day and other awake by night. It was a gift from the midwife witch who separated the conjoined twins but left one comatose.

Jenna-Night moved her finger from the forehead and held the comatose body's hand.  "What is it?" she asked. 

“We are pregnant,” said Jenna-Day. “I felt sick this morning after our exchange.”


Play that Funky Music

Rudolph wanted to be the best musician in his town. When he played his music in the town square, the villagers shouted jeers at him. The children laughed and made cruel fun of him. 

One day while brooding on his fate, Rudolph heard a storyteller: "Ulysses listened to the Sirens' song that lures men to them."


Rudolph ran to the docks.  As fate decreed, Rudolph had a childhood friend, Zorba the Greek, who owned a fishing boat.

"Friend Zorba, you must take me to Siren Island. I will hear the Sirens' song and lure an audience to me. I will be famous."

"No! You're crazy.  It is too dangerous," said a horrified Zorba.

"You must!" shouted Rudolph.  "Do as the myth tells us, tie me to the mast and seal up your ears with wax."

"Foolish, but, it may work," nodded Zorba.

And so it was that they sailed to Siren Island. Rudolph, hearing the Sirens' song, swooned with pleasure, des…