How I'd leave in autumn I never will know
I've seen how you sparkle
When fall nips the air
I know you in autumn
And I must be there.
Farwell to an icon who gave us lots of laughs, and who laughed along with us...
... again and again.
Now playing the wryPod...
"Aint no Sunshine"
Bill Withers
Damn, this song is good!
I mean, REALLY good.
Sign it's a good day: Hitting all the "I knows" and ending on the right one!
That is all.
"Don't you think that's a little showy??"
My silent rebuke to a fly that made its way onto the US Airways Shuttle from Washington DC to LaGuardia.
I'm still waiting for scientists to dig into my theory about birds, and how they act around airports. (Hint: Showoffs.)
Not this kindBut what about the fly who flies?
Yes, yes, he had the good sense and manners to fly coach with the rest of us; perched on the overhead bin. No, he did not shift during takeoff or landing. And upon landing, I swear I saw him fly straight out the door.
Clearly this DC fly had plans in the Big Apple for the weekend. Maybe he took in a show. Possibly he was the guest host on Saturday Night Live, in time to fly back and tape Meet the Press. Possibly he hung around the terminal, cruising the Mens Rooms for wide-stanced United States Senators.
Not this kind, either.Regardless, this little bugger... this FLY... who can FLY... something I can only do in the odd lucid dream... flew... for FREE.
And I think he knew it. 
Yup!
Redundant insect
Nobody likes a show-off
Where's your boarding pass?
In honor of the approaching second birthday of Wry Toast, my first (and only) video.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007 at 12:44PM