
These are life’s three focus levels. Nobody plans for cat vomit.
A stranger fooled me 20 years ago.
I was eight years old, walking down a Florida sidewalk on a clear, sunny day. Bingo! I saw a quarter on the ground. I reached down to pick it up, imagining the candy I could buy with it (I was eight), but my fingers were rendered ineffective by a gob of clear glue securing the quarter to the sidewalk.
Cue George Michael’s “sad walk.”
Similar to a coin glued to the sidewalk, focusing looks atta...
Published on October 24, 2013 04:50