I.....SSSSSSSPY!

Thhher-uhh..nope..oh..ther--nope...THERE! Upper left. This helped and didn't help my obsessiveness as a kid.  Not only was there a search for the skinny dude who wore the same glasses, skinny blue jeans, striped candy caned colored sweater & beanie set, but for other objects, canes, gnomes, etc.  Helped sharpen my attention to detail, and contain my o.c.d. I suppose. My childhood was.....FUN. >_<  

Darn the ticking clock, I have yet to embrace!

I Scream, You Scream...

We all scream for Ice Cream?  Not these days.  Especially considering the cost, the fat, the drive, all for something I'd end up feeling guilty about soon after.  Too much effort these days, too many "buts." Seems that things were so much better, "before."

 Having a dollar or two would be "enough," for me, AND my friends.  Did you know, " The first ice cream parlor in America opened in New York City in 1776." 

One of those days.

"Jim screamed against the scream. The whistle screamed. Will shrieked against the shriek."

Already thinking carnivals were pretty terrifying, Ray Bradbury's "Something Wicked This Way Comes," confirmed it. 

Went to a local carnival the other evening, looked harmless until...The Mirror Maze....and Carousel. Read the book.

I still love carnivals.

Here.

I've exhausted the ears of my...peers.  Now you can choose to listen, or not.  I'm just SOO courteous. 

So don't you hold me responsible for your boredom.