Here’s The Thing

I read a thing in the paper yesterday about a thing that’s been in the news. I’d like to say a thing or two about that thing, I thought. Then I asked myself, do I know any thing, even one thing, about that thing? And here’s a funny thing, I couldn’t think of even one thing I know about that thing, even though I’ve thought a thing or two about that thing many times. Now and then, I have even thought I knew every thing there was to know about that thing and really wanted to tell the world a thing or two about the things I was thinking about that thing. But what would I accomplish by commenting on that thing, I thought. Not a blessed thing, I decided. Nothing. So, here’s the thing. I have decided not to say a thing about it. Instead, I think I will find some other thing to write about. Forgive me for even bringing this whole thing up. I should have known it was the wrong thing to do. Goodbye.

©2018 Jim Hagarty

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.