...this week include: Andrew Jackson on the twenty looks a great deal like Herman Munster. Or Fred Gwynne, the guy who played Herman Munster, to be exact. I think with a little creative pen work, Jackson could be made into a right and proper Herman likeness. Not that I'm encouraging defacement of currency, nothing like that. It just occurred to me, that's all.
Also: Whereas some have the cool custom of putting their sunglasses on top of their head, I have a habit, indoors or on intermittently sunny days, of resting my sunglasses on top of my prescription frames. I often think it must look to passersby like a guy with two sets of eyes. Maybe. Maybe not. At any rate, I also notice the distance between the sunglasses resting on top of the prescription frames and my hairline... well, seems normal. In other words, if I had a way to disguise my eyes as part of my cheeks and then drew cartoon eyes on my forehead probably no one would notice.
Maybe. Maybe not.
And speaking of hair, I have to make mention- and I don't mean to gross anyone out here, it's just a sad fact of life, that's all -of the disturbing habit of one particularly aggressive nose hair of repeatedly showing itself to the world. It's not a shaggy growth but just one mutant swinging in the gentle breeze of breath when it's least expected. Like a single blade of grass that towers above the rest of the lawn, daring, perhaps even demanding to be noticed. And it's snowy white on top of that. And it tickles. I hate that. Is there Nair for nose hair, I wonder?
Or ear hairs, for that matter?!?
Why does hair grow where you don't want it but not where you do? These are the questions I'd like answered, by gum!
Anyway, I'm headed out to bring a local toy buddy- I bought my first 'collection' of Captain Action stuff from this guy, Sheldon, almost twenty years ago...hmmm,maybe it was more than twenty years ago, I don't know, it's close on that long anyhoo... Anyway, he sold it and made his house payment and has been giving me a hard time about it ever since. And his wife blamed me for the infectious nature of toy collecting that started him on along sentimental road of his own, buying and selling all manner of pop culture collectibles in the years since. She's now his ex, sad to say, I hope it had little or nothing to do with toys although I know exactly how distracting- and divisive -that diversion can be - check out the right side of the little 'retail' display space I keep at The Hilltop Emporium in beautiful downtown Wrightsville, Pa. Abandoned by my former co-worker, Don, who got me in the door in the first place, it needs some super duper plastic goods to fill it up. It's cheap to rent and fun to show up every so often and see what has and hasn't sold and shuffle things around in the display case. Maybe Sheldon will have fun at it too.
It'll be fun for all this afternoon, I'm sure. More to come!
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