There’s so much recommend about the employment of imagination, and the speeds with which it can whisk you away from the problems and conundrums of a non-fiction life. Word-of-the-Day has been that little Vespa for four years. Sometimes it’s fun, sometimes a little sad, sometimes it gets caught in between, like a ten-year-old base runner who gets too ambitious rounding second base and then freezes between a double and the total embarrassment of making the third out. Sometimes we need a lawyer (thank you, David) who is game enough to look us in the eye, whisper with exasperation, “you’ve got to be shitting me,” and then able to clear his throat for the judge and explain why it’s okay to try to ride a motor scooter into a baseball analogy.
In any event, and this would be the last argument I’ll make (for a while) I just want to point out how green it is. Word-of-the-Day has been around the world twice without a drop of expensive gas, a lump of coal, or the need to frack anything. I think that’s commendable. Our beautiful children will thank us, after they devour all the chocolate we thought we’d hidden so well in the freezer.
Again, my thanks to C.R. Roberts and Jamie Borgan for their fine contributions. Maybe we’ll be back after Labor Day.
Hope you all have a wonderful summer.