There is such a thing as bad luck. A neighbor of mine told me a story of when he was a kid. He and his friends were throwing dirt clods at another group of kids. Now, I remember doing exactly that. Dirt clods were perfect for throwing because when they hit the ground, they exploded in a puff of dirt that I pretended was a grenade.
Pretending I was blowing up my friends. Huh, sounds like a Unabomber childhood when I put it that way, doesn’t it?
-WiscoDave
This clod-sue story reminds me of the words attributed to a renown American Banker, Willie Sutton who made a lot of withdrawals: "Why do you rob banks Willie. Because that's where the money is".
ReplyDeleteCompanies may be embracing the death of wokeness and DEI because:
ReplyDelete1) they can blame it on Trump, MAGA et al
2) they know it cost them a fortune with no upside, so now they can get back to making money.
What if the people who run the companies are less interested in making money and their actual focus is more nefarious?
DeleteGot hit in the eye with a dirt clod as a kid. Not sure if GD was that good or lucky.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was about 8 a kid through dirt in my eyes and I had to be led home cause I was blinded.
ReplyDeleteMy eyes were flushed out and returned to normal. Nothing was done to the kid and he grew up to be a bully. Probably spent much of his life in prison.
I Clearly remember mine often had a tuft of grass to hold them together and a rock inside. Good times. The grass held them together and the rock hard enough to have impact.
ReplyDeleteEpic dirt cold fights in 2nd and 3rd grade. 25 to 35 on a side. Great pre baseball practice. You also get to see who the pussies are.
ReplyDeletefirst dirt clod fights, then bb gun fights )))
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