Heroes.
I just returned from scotch and Robin Hood on the big screen with Scotty, the second eldest in our long line of Brady Bunch-ness. We shared popcorn and peanut M&M's (hard work when you mix the two...gravity says no M&M's til the end...anyways...)
Now, I'm finishing a Scottsdale Public Library Feature: Mr. Smith Goes to Washington... A classic story starring a classing man living a life built on character and a hearty upbringing in the American woods.
I love them both. These poor men who rob from the rich to feed the poor. Defend the weak.
I should have pictures on this blog, but only you, Pooh, will see. So. Picture the pier under a Mississippi sky, full on Lucky Charms and Come Thou Fount, waiting for super-novas but happy to see one shooting star. Or a cloud.
Thank goodness for the simple things.
Thank goodness for Our Great Ironic God.
Amen.
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so funny. i always imagined myself as piglet in that scenario and was always jealous of you for being Pooh because Pooh doesn't worry so much as piglet and pooh is always the one i'd like to be. so that's why i always imagined it was you iguess.
ReplyDeleteyou didnt even notice i called jimmy stewart a 'classing' man, whatever that is. i just reread what i wrote - this is why your blogs are way better than mine. yours are edited. dang it. which is why youre pooh clearly. and i'm more like roo. somewhat insignificant and needy. on a good day maybe MAYBE i'm piglet.
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