A Wednesday in July

 

There are little differences between you sitting there reading this, and me here writing it.  The first thing is I always tend to go first.  Yes, it would be silly to think of you reading it before I’ve had a chance to write it.  Not sure how that would work. 

Location is the other obvious difference.  Your weather, I guess, is different than mine.  We do seem to share the same tolerance for nonsense, which might suggest that you, as well, find this more entertaining than the silliness they put on television.

The news is the same year after year.  All of us fleas here on the same dog can’t get along.  So, is it human nature to be like this?  Are we doomed from the start?  Divide us into two teams but give us only one ball.  Of course, there’s going to be conflict, competition and fighting. 

Most of our differences I can’t talk about, simply because I don’t know.  Are you reading this on an iPhone, or a tablet or home computer?  While you’re reading are you also hiding from your boss, or eating a sandwich?   Maybe you are sitting on some sort of public transportation, a bus maybe?  A taxi or subway?  Just maybe you are eating your Boss’s sandwich.  No wonder you’re hiding. 

Let me just say, if it is something you found in the breakroom refrigerator, that’s tacky.  Stop doing that.  I expect more out of my readers.

 

That’s it.

 

 

 

 

Z. Corwin