I’m not sure where the contrarian finds himself in the world-wide scheme of things (somewhere between a dogmatist and an Episcopalian? I’m just not sure) but as a long-time traveller of mostly single-lane foot paths I’m happy to say I find myself quite content.
I thank my lucky stars everyday that, when my teenaged friend David M. encouraged me to smoke Export A non-filtered cigarettes 45 years ago, a red light went off inside my little round head and my mouth formed (something like) the following words in reply:
“Contrary to popular belief, I think they’ll kill me.”
My lovely grandson Ollie has the same genetic makeup as I do and a red light went off yesterday day while his mother was attempting to put his clothes on backwards for his pre-school’s ‘Backwards Day.’
He refused to wear his shirt in the prescribed manner.
“But it’s Backwards Day, Ollie,” said his mom.
“No, it’s Forwards Day,” he said.
That’s my boy!
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