Bags of Bran


More from Arizona
February 4, 2015, 10:39 pm
Filed under: Personal Adventures | Tags: ,

Many good things happened while we were in Arizona. The rest of this paragraph, as you would suspect, given the topic sentence at its head, will be about some of those good things, with the exception of this sentence, which, as you have no doubt become aware, is mere editorial rambling that should never have made it out of my internal monologue. First among those good things that happened was a usually-annual gathering of conservative Christian type people. Second among those good things was the fact that most of the sessions were recorded, with the exception of the session for which the speaker provided an entire manuscript. Third among those good things was the discussion among like-minded folks, which, if you’ve ever been among like-minded folks who like to think and talk, can really wear a guy out. Fourth among those good things was this:

Plant life?

Plant life?

These are all plants, evidently. I know, because I asked. I bear the guilt of telling people from south of the Mason-Dixon line that we have spaghetti farms up here in Wisconsin, so as a consequence I am quick to suspect others of horticultural tomfoolery. But honestly: is there not something troubling and uncanny about those ropy things that appear to be overwhelming that defenseless tree?

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