Any Flies With That?

By Jim Hagarty
2013
Every once in a while, when I open the fridge door, a housefly comes staggering out, barely able to stay aloft. I am sure his fly mind is saying WTF? This has happened a few times now, and I am starting to wonder if it’s the same fly that flies in when the door opens. If so, this fly is (a) not very smart or (b) the smartest fly in the world. While all his fly buddies are sweatin’ it out with the rest of us, he’s found his own little air-conditioned Shangri-la. On the other hand, sometimes he’s in there for up to eight hours straight between fridge door openings. I do not believe this is good for a fly and therefore I predict his ultimate demise. At his funeral, I promise to sing, “Why can’t I free your doubtful mind, and melt your cold, cold heart.”

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.