Kelly Bennett's Blog

All of us is sorry for or about something. (If you’re not, then lucky you!)

Words! Words! Words!

I’m so sick of words!

I hear words all day through/first from him, now from you/is that all you blighters can do?*

Because it’s October and Norman the Goldfish loves doing tricks—and loves gobbling treats—we’re kicking off Halloween a little early with some BOOs for YOU!

Charles Schultz was onto something: Wah-wa-wah WAH. . . Halloween  Wah-wa-wah WAH . . . Great Pumpkin.

I am a shameless eavesdropper. So bad in fact, that I’ll often shush Curtis (who does not talk much anyway) so I can focus on other diner’s conversations. Yes, I’m that bad…

Sometimes, my head is full of ideas. But sometimes . . . At those times a little prompting is in order.

On a flight from Chicago, munching Garrett’s Popcorn (the best part of O’Hare layovers), my bygone Chicago Blues popped into mind—specifically one night I heard Albert King play Crosscut Saw*. It’s nicknamed “that dirty blues song” but, it doesn’t have to be. That’s the challenge!

What month is it where you are?

If you said “August” or “July” or “September” or “The eighth one.”

BOOOOONG! Wrong answer.

It’s May! It’s May! We declare it “Yes, You May” Month (or at least today, or right now, anyway.) Hooray! Hooray!