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“Because once you depart from this one-way road of life, there is just no getting back on.”
Bag it, Baby
Here's a funny email that just zipped quicker than the Road Runner into my inbox“Dear friend” it reads.(I have a friend, that’s so great! I love having friends!)“Glad to hear you're in the market for column bags.” Wait I'm in the market for column bags? I am?Well it’s true always in the market for something. Yesterday I went online to buy two nice fat wooden knobs for the ends of a pair of curtain rods I don't even own.And I guess maybe I can see why I’d get this email, since columns have been part of my daily life for some damn long time now - meaning I do actually write columns, every single week and have been doing that since the year Jimmy Carter found himself freshly ushered off the stage. These columns appear in papers all over the country . But gosh I didn't know you could store them in BAGS.Yet here's this company saying specifically "we specialize in column bags with good quality and competitive price” – AND they’re "willing to establish business relationship with" me! Not 'a' ie, a single business relationship, mind, you, but ‘business relationship’. It sounds so sort of …eternal. Anyone with abandonment issues like I have has gotta love that! Plus I'm excited because all this time I've been trying to store all 10,000 of these columns in dreary old file cabinets and I get all these paper cuts and there's all this bending over to get at them.Bags though? You can hang a bag. Bags are always better, especially when they're nice and new like mine would be. James Brown knew all about this didn't he though? I do love me some James Brown. Saw him perform once in a little club in Revere Beach. ;-)[embed]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QE5D2hJhacU[/embed]