Good Morning… I had put together a little segment on the Lyrics to the song performed by the Five Man Electric Band, yeah you guessed it, “Sign, sign everywhere a sign”. But, I will save that for another day and not send that little tid-bit today. The reason the song, those lyrics and my need to put it down on paper was two-fold. Yesterday after lunch I was informed that we were out of cat food, so I was instructed to purchase some at the local Wally mart. No Problem getting right on it. Basically the local Wally mart was under attack by hundreds upon hundreds of shoppers. Oh Wal-Mart sorry I get carried away sometimes in Marty-ism’s So… oh and under attack just meaning there were numerous patrons or shoppers if you may clogging up the aisles and slowing any real attempt at progress for anyone. The song came into play while in the store and actually more so when I left the store. There was a young lady standing while holding a sign out at the entrance to the store drive way while talking to a fellow apparently similar in age and he well dressed ( current style) and she also. He sign read as follows. “ Pregnant Mother needing money for Baby Diapers” I will end this story here because I have a whole take on this seasonal signage and who does and doesn’t require help… To be continued…
So here is the deal. I set you up for a story and then yank the rug out from your feet, what kind of rat-Bas… keeping it clean for the younger viewers. How dare I do such a thing.. Well delivery is everything. Knowledge is three-fourths of every investment the last fourth is split between various entities ( Blind ass luck, Born with a silver spoon in their mouth, the Preverbal golden horse shoe stuck in the crank case, or S.W.A. G. Scientific wild ass Guess) So having knowledge on why and how is being delayed due to wanting a better delivery point and time. Because timing is everything. So no cute antidote story today… No mind boggling journey to have the reader get lost and entailed in. I am just going to at this point say hey, you know what, I appreciate you reading my daily and sometimes often mis-fit missives and wish to thank you for doing so. I also wish to wish you a fun and wonderful weekend. May the bird of paradise drop only golden feathers of luck in your direction, ( all other droppings I had nothing to do with…honestly) Have a great weekend… The Sign will be continued… I promise.
A huge Michigan Boy Hug and numerous five finger pats.
Marrtay
