INTRIGUED by a small headline in the state roundup section of the newspaper this morning — Sisters arrested for stealing from casino. What a delicious little Louisiana story, I thought to myself, grabbing my cup of coffee and sitting down to read more. Nuns stealing from a casino! I do love a good nun story. Then when I read the article, turns out the sisters weren't nuns. They were just sisters.
Sunday, May 22, 2016
MARY says this new indestructible dog toy, for once, is actually indestructible. So far, at least, her dogs have not succeeded in destroying it. Which reminds me of my own indestructible toy I played with when I was a young boy. Fast-forward forty years — I can pull it down from the closet upstairs and play with it just like I used to. One of those chunky plastic oblong stackt cubes games where you have to shuttle a small white ball from one end of the oblong to the other with a TWIST of the yellow KNOB, a PIVOT of the green DIAL and an in-and-out SLIDE of the red LEVER, or maybe it was blue. Forty years of use, and it still works just the same. When it turns sixty it'll still be working. So far — indestructible. Not many toys you can say THAT about. To me that’s what a good poem is: an indestructible dog toy. You can use it over & over but you can never use it up.