In slugdom, oblivious to runaway nouns

It seems as if once in awhile American society has to have some sort of ridiculous news event to focus upon. The “Runaway Bride” comes to mind.

The latest sensation is the “Runaway Balloon” in Colorado. I suppose we just like the thought of people, places or things running away because we are stuck in our own day-to-day routines.

You can read all about it, see the family and pictures and videos of the balloon on You Tube in order to obsess your little hearts out.

That is what has been so great about being out of town, out of state and out of the same old-same old this week. I haven’t done anything special except watch my friend’s German shepherd puppy get into tons of mischief. But it’s nice to be a slug sometimes. Tomorrow, it’s off to Memphis to catch a plane back to Houston, one of those “regional jets” which looks and feels like a shrunken DC-9. Does anyone remember them? But it flies and has seats, thus it qualifies for what Stevie “Guitar” Miller called a “big ol’ jet airliner.”

Until the next post. Here’s looking achoo. Bless you.