Reflections from the life and times of Mr. Smith. The light bulb went out. I had gotten an un-idea. You know, the opposite of an idea. It occurred to me as I was sitting on a park bench in the middle of the drive, the passer-byers were actually passer-sellers. I enjoy sitting in the park. On that bench. Normally, I’m holding my wrench. I take much delight in loosening the bolts on the swing sets. And seeing the old guys trying to go for a swing, and landing on their bums. So far, twelve broken hips. It is rather mean is it not? So back to my un-idea. I would create a TV show. I would call it: the life and times of Mr. Smith: in the park, watching strangers break hips. First, I bought a camera. Not a dinky little hand held camera that takes just grainy old pictures – but a not-dinky, large camera that takes grainy new pictures in color. In Technicolor! After I bought the camera, I bought the camera crew. You didn’t really expect me to be the one filming it, did you? Then of course, I had to buy a couple actors. A couple of old geezers who needed hip replacements would do. So there I was, in the park. Filming. In the park. For my new TV show. Reflections from the life and times of Mr. Smith: in the park, watching strangers break hips. A few broken hips later, I had an amazing film… a film that would break hearts. And hips.
Thus ends this week’s reflections. And then my mirror image disappeared.
