Thursday, December 08, 2005

Wilding

I can’t bear to leave that bellicose story about my humidification of street youth up at the top of my blog any longer, but I don’t really have time this morning for anything substantial, so here’s my latest mental cul-de-sac, where my intellectual segway has been rolling in ever-decreasing concentric circles:

Maurice Sendak should revisit his classic book, Where the Wild Things Are, to describe for us what happened to Max and the monsters when they went to Cabo for Spring Break. 

I’d call it, “Things Gone Wild.”

Have a great day folks, I’ll try to lard up the verbiage real soon for y’all.  I got some good stuff in reserve.  Relatively speaking.