I am not sure who is the sharpest tool in the toolbox. I know it isn’t me. The other day I complained to my family about a fitness centre located next door to my house. I noticed that the members of the centre started gathering for their morning’s workout shortly after 6 a.m., which seemed to me a ridiculous hour, coming as it does exactly one hour after 5 a.m.
“Why do they even go there?” I asked at the supper table. “They all look in great shape, none of them seem to need it.” I thought my reasoning was airtight. My daughter replied, “They look that way because they go to the fitness centre, Dad.” Well, that thought hadn’t occurred to me.
On the other hand, I am not the dumbest guy on the planet. And maybe this guy isn’t either but he’s in the running for the title. The Florida man to whom I refer leaned in to kiss a rattlesnake the other day. The eastern diamondback snake, I guess, was resistant to the man’s romantic offer of a kiss on the lips and it bit the rattlesnake whisperer on the tongue. The man had to be air lifted to hospital.
I feel some sympathy for the man as no one appears to have gotten him to slow down long enough to advise him in the matter. I was fortunate to be raised better, and I say that without bragging. I do not know how many times my father told me not to kiss a ratttesnake on the lips. I’m not aware if there is anywhere else on a rattlesnake to safely plant a harmless buss but my Dad’s warnings sort of put me off rattlesnakes, at least as objects of potential romance.
I have not lived an exciting life but I also have picked up not even one rattlesnake bite along the way. Swallowed a few flying bugs by accident, but that’s about it.
The real estate market in Indonesia must be getting pretty tough these days. A woman put her house up for sale and promised to marry the man who bought it. It’s more wholesome than it sounds. She had lots of offers but accepted one from a widower with two kids. She is a widow with two children as well. They clicked. Goes to show true love will find a way.
By Jim Hagarty
On Monday I saw an old blue car in a parking lot next to my house in Stratford, Ontario, Canada. I walked over and asked the car’s owner, who was still sitting inside, if I could take a few photos for my blog. He gave permission and told me a bit about his vehicle. It is a 1951 Dodge Kingsway, built in Canada in the same year I was born. The owner has considered painting it, but it has its original paint so he is reluctant to change it, even though it is a little sketchy in places. The interior is in great shape and the original AM radio is still there in the dash and still works.
There are moments in life when you see the totally unexpected. Things you haven’t seen before. Mountain goats jumping from rock to rock on a steep hill in Ireland as though they were cats. A falcon in a tree along a lonely road near Sudbury. A bobcat streaking across the road ahead of you in the Rockies of Alberta. And the other day, as I drove along the main street of my town, I saw a very unusual car in my rear-view mirror. It pulled into another lane and as it went by me, I saw that it was a Maserati. Probably worth as much as my house. Wow!