rompin' happenstance

A tip to my friends with college-age children: go to Sharper Image now and buy yourself the highest tech electro-massage fanny cushion they got.

My little sister just graduated from Davis this morning. It was a beautiful ceremony. They had an orchestra and everything!

But Holy Crap! The last time I sat that long in a plastic chair, I was snowed in at O'Hare Airport.

Tony and I got to our seats at about ten after Eight. The ceremony started at Nine. The last graduate walked across the stage about two hours and forty-five minutes later.

And don't say "Oh, that's nothin' I sat through a five-hour Grateful Dead acoustic set in the bleachers at Navy Pier in 1979."

Well, yeah you did. And you were eighteen years old and stoned!

Trust me. If you tried to do that now without some kind of scientifically engineered fanny aid, the paramedics would be scraping you off your seat and taking you in for an emergency butt transplant.

Kurt "big daddy" True
17 june 2006