I failed at investigative journalism, pursuing a lead about an ice cream shop that was serving undersized portions.
I couldn’t get the scoop.
Mother: Eat your bread.
Child: I don’t like bread. Why do I have to eat the bread?
Mother: So you become big and strong.
Child: Why do I have to become big and strong?
Mother: So you can provide the daily bread to your family.
Child: But I don’t like bread!
The Cajun menu offered a vast fish selection: Blackened redfish, orange roughy, pink salmon, browned yellowtail...
Yet with a carefree, colorblind cook, we all ended up with Rainbow trout.
Sometimes I feel like my life is a movie.
I can’t complain, it’s a wonderful life.
Besides I’m still here, it’s not like I’m gone with the wind.