My Rolling Bucket

By Jim Hagarty
2015
Some people say a wash bucket on wheels cannot bring a man happiness. I am here to testify that a wash bucket may be about the one single item in life that can bring a man unfettered joy. Especially since that bucket was once lost and then, through a series of serendipitous and glorious occurrences, was found. It was the final item on my bucket list. I have nothing left to accomplish. And to those who might believe it is ridiculous to include a wash bucket on your bucket list, I pose this question: Then why is it called a Bucket List? All six items on my list involve a bucket. And when I finish with number six, which I plan to put off a while, I intend to kick the darn bucket.

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.