AIN'T IT FUNNY

how it's true that it's not the size of the dog in the fight but the size of the fight in the dog. Or time wounds all heels instead of time heals all wounds.

I've always liked language. Words. Derivations, origins, and of course the double entendre. On many occasions that has gotten me in Dutch. I wonder what that means? My Dad used to say someone talked like a Dutchman; in context very talkative. Again, I don't know that one. But I seem to recall that's how President Reagan got his nickname, Dutch.

A good book, not The Good Book, is Eats, Shoots and Leaves, though it primarily deals with punctuation rather than diction. Shel Silverstein'ss Falling Up is worth a read if for no other reason to read quick little silly poems, one about a child who tried to sleep with a snowball. You know what happened, but Shel points out that the snowball wet the bed. It reminded me of a young neighbor boy who used to come over to our house. One day, he caught me in the garden and was amazed at the size of a squash that I had found long past picking. He asked me if he could have it and he slept with it for weeks. Why? Never knew.

I guess I could write on end, not literally, of course, about words. Feet smelling and noses running paradoxically. Or how the shoe has eyes, tongue, inner sole (soul), and extreme control. If you doubt the last one then you have never had a rock in your shoe and tried to prolong removal.

Finis