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How this blog got its name
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There was a large painting of Evel Knievel shaking hands with Richard Nixon. It hung in the Mayors office. Late one evening after everyone went home. I took it down to the lab. I zoomed in on Evel’s left eye a 100x and enhanced it. It was an address. I went to the address. It was a modest, 1970’s style, split level ranch home in the suburbs.
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Inside I found a dead parrot lying on a waterbed. I revived the parrot with some saltines and adrenaline. We became good friends. The parrots name was Randy. One night a few years later while Randy and me played Gin Rummy, he sang me a song about a fire. The title of this blog was never mentioned but I sensed it, and Randy confirmed it by giving me ‘THE LOOK’.
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I saw an old, skinny, frail man out in the parking lot. He was all alone and tottering on over to the bus stop. I don’t know what it was but something in me really felt for the old timer. He seemed like a helpless little child. But just then a roaming gang of preschoolers rolled up kicked the shit outta him and took his wallet. Well, there goes that metaphor I thought.
And yeah I would’ve stopped that band of toddling delinquents, but little kids kinda freak me out. One thing I do know is if I’m on this mortal coil long enough to get old, skinny, and helpless…. I’m gonna grow me a beard and dress like a wizard. Then I won’t have to worry about getting mugged or robbed, cuz not even a idiot band of preschoolers would rob a wizard, right?
sitasays answered:
In my career at Disney, I saw many kids kick Mickey’s ass. He wore a wizard’s hat, if only in Fantasia. Anyway,little marauding bastards….
