Wednesday, April 11, 2018
For a good many years, I lived in the suburbs of New York City. In the late winters, while driving along the roads, I'd keep my eyes eagerly peeled for forsythia bushes. And when I spotted these bright yellow blossoms, I'd know spring was coming very soon. It didn't matter if the gray gloomy skies and frosty air said otherwise. Seeing these flowers made me so happy that I planted several bushes in my garden, a decision I later came to regret, because they are such overly enthusiastic growers. Still, I have a fondness for forsythia and miss looking for them.
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Friday, February 9, 2018
I read a story recently about an underwater mailbox off the coast of Sasumi, Japan, the only one in the world. That's pretty cool and something I'd like to see one day if I weren't such a poor swimmer.
If you ever go to Disneyland, you can see Monstro, the giant whale from Pinocchio. When I was little, Monstro terrified me. His eye! His eye MOVED! I swore he was alive, and I'd be in tears as my dad carried me closer to him. I probably tried to claw my way out of his arms like a cat being dragged to a bath. There's a little boat that you can ride that takes you through Monstro's gaping maw to Storybook Land, which to this day I have never done.