Naiad

I just can't let go of the thought
That I want to hold your hand.

[Scrawled on the napkin I just found at a DC bar.  Next to a plastic mermaid in an empty glass.]

XLI

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(As in, "Today, I am..."   I still say life is linear, and just because some guy put 365 days into a year doesn't make this annual lap around the track mean all that much.  But I will take the cake and presents... AND my favorite present is absolutely the following two Haikus... is it two Haiku.... two Haiki??  From the middle of my three sisters.)

Happy Birthday
A new year begins
Raise a pint and share a tale
Amongst throngs of friends

The Sentinel
Eldest of the five
Sees us now through eyes of then
Keeper of "agos"

My sisters rock!  So does my brother, but he's strictly a couplet man.

LGA to BNA... Airport Improv Theatre

I thought this stuff only happened on television:

A man walking out of an airport Men's room with toilet paper stuck on BOTH shoes...  I mean, this guy TRIED to work them off.  Really WORKED it.  Did a Kramer-like leg shake, tried for the corner-of-the-wall vertical scrape... No good.  But what's a guy to do??  Airport bathroom... Strike that...  LaGuardia airport bathroom.  And no matter what this guy tried, he could only peel off little shreds from under his Weejuns. Put this scene in a sitcom, and you're good for a few laughs.  But put him in Terminal C on a Tuesday morning at LaGuardia, and it's improv for an audience of one.. with a soundtrack. 

Cue the iTunes.  Soon my comic foil at Gate C6 was dancing to "Curb Your Enthusiasm."

I just hope he was able to peel the wax paper "seat mate" off his ass before boarding his flight to St. Louis. 

"Why does it krinkle when you sit, Howard??  And what's that on your shoe??"