Already some of you are saying I
spelled the wrong wait. HA! I did
not. Maybe I was talking about the
weight limit of a boxer, or an 18-wheeler.
It could be the lady behind the counter weighing boxes of
chocolates. With English you never
know. Sometimes it’s all very goofy. Not
only are some of the words silly but the spelling is also bonkers. How I made my way through, I’ll never know.
I’d like to see some old
Shakespeare works run through Spell-check.
And what if Lewis and Clark had a GPS?
“Turn left at the buffalo.” “In
300 feet, merge onto the Oregon Trail.
Go straight for 9 days.” A blend
of old and new might make interesting situations, not to mention different
outcomes. I wonder what society would be
like today if the white people and the American Indians had gotten along.
They could have taught us how to
run through the forest without making a sound, and we could have provided them
with Tupperware. They would have shown
us their tribal dances, and we could have played Hey Jude for them on Bose
speakers.
Maybe someday a movie will be
made showing all the possible scenarios of such a blend. I can see Tom Hanks playing a happy and congenial
General Custer sharing recipes with Harrison Ford, playing Chief Sitting Bull. Meg Ryan, of course, would be Sacagawea.
Okay, maybe I have strayed off
the reservation with all that. I’ll just
have to look forward too when the wait is over.
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