I was simply out wandering around when I came to a place called
The Wayside. I noticed it was full of
old friends and several acquaintances. They had somehow fallen there and so there
they remained. I didn’t hang around, as
I assumed there was some reason they had fallen by the wayside, and who am to
question such things? I just kept
wandering until I reached that ridge over there.
That’s another thing, why are ridges never right where you
already are, they are always off in the distance. Just one more thing that was never talked
about in geography class. It’s not the
same with hills. An army can already be
on a hill. “We’ve got to defend this
hill men.” Or it can be way over there someplace. “We need to take that hill, boys.” Not that hills move around, just that that
they can be anywhere, but a ridge is always over there.
Come to think of it, I’ve had several ideas that have fallen
by the wayside. I’m surprised I didn’t
see them when I was over there.
Wayside
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