A cup of tea and a scratchpad helps me stay on course. I wouldn’t want to lose anyone. When I think of something I want to say, it goes directly on the NTBT (Needs To Be Told) yellow legal pad. After it’s been recorded, I blue-line it, indicating that I’m finished with this part of the story. It wonders me just who invented those nifty Hi-liters. I like to think they squeeze the juice out of a swarm of lightening bugs to get that wonderful bright yellow color.
Let’s see, we covered how I became a celebrity. Ronald put me on the television, suffice it to say. What brought the FBI to our little town, that’s where I left things. I was getting ready to tell you about the FBI, but I’m feeling more inclined to tell you about Estelle, which explains why the Federal Bureau of Investigations had to get involved.
Bingo. I cannot understand why anyone, especially someone related to me, would give up hard-earned money to trim down boredom for the possibility of a Bingo jackpot. Unless, of course, the hopeful players believe that as a loser, they are merely making donations to the Boys and Girls Club, which is where the proceeds go. For a fact, some highly respected members of our community gave up being Rotarians because of their devotion to Bingo.
I pledge allegiance to a pointless game and for the chance I won’t be bored…every other Thursday night.
They don’t say it aloud but rest assured, I’m thinking it for them. For my slightly foolish friends and neighbors, I suppose it was a matter of scaling down to one good, recreational cause. And may the good Lord bless their contributions in any case. But honestly, how is B-4 and I-64 even slightly entertaining. B-4 is a preposition and I-64 is an interstate highway. I’d much rather mingle with young people.
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