Short Game 16
I work with a grill company so I keep an eye on BBQ festivals. This coming summer, Salisbury, MD is holding a Pork in the Park event. I actually thought porking in public areas was illegal in most states. You go, MD.
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Sometimes I get a late-breaking comment on posts past that I think you all should have a chance to read. So here is one from Josh, written after I announced I would write a book:
What sort of book would you be writing? May I suggest something with a robot. Robots are always entertaining. And there should be a big soldier type guy who drinks a lot and has a bimbo girlfriend who flies fighter jets for a living. And they have to get some wimpy dude somewhere really dangerous to do something really difficult with the aid of an old wise gypsy lady with cyborg arms who runs around the countryside kicking ass and taking names. And there should be some sort of talking animal sidekick for comedic relief cause with all these people fighting all the time it will get pretty intense. And at the end, the bimbo pilot dies and the soldier finds new love, the gypsy gets secret treasure, the talking animal sidekick learns some kind of lesson, and the wimpy dude who completes his quest will become manly and take leadership of his people, guiding them into an age of peace and prosperity. Try and work dinosaurs in there too if you can.
Could someone alert the authorities?
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Bill Bryson says everything in Australia wants to kill you; he’s speaking about wildlife, not people. I never was in danger that I know of, and the whole world is aware how cuddly the koala and cute the cockatoo … but I’m here to tell you there are some bad looking beasties, south of the border, down Australia way.
The echidna is a spiny anteater named after a Greek mythical viper dubbed the Mother of All Monsters. I understand echidnas have heads, but I never saw one.
This is a Little Frogmouth. It is a bird. No, really.
For those of you expecting a whirlwind, sorry. The Tasmanian devil just looks like a really big rat with a bottle brush tail.
Well, maybe I better quit, before some Aussie mentions our banana slug. Or the star-nose mole. We mean no offense here on the back nine.
