I came out of the kitchen this morning to find my oldest daughter (20) wearing a Pikachu full body pajama costume running from my 2 year old son saying "I'm gonna catch you Pikachu! I'm gonna catch you! GOTCHA!!!!" Lololololololol!
A queen sized bed, fully made up including a dust ruffle, in the street, with a person sleeping on it. Like he was taking a nap in his house. He had his shoes next to the bed and a dog at the foot of the bed.
A homeless person laying under a freeway overpass with a venti frappaccino from Starbucks in one hand and an IPad, playing online poker in the other.
I had a religious experience back in the 1980s and I'll never forget it.
One winter I had a succession of severe headaches; day after day, they came. And day after day they stayed. And then, like St. Paul on the road to Damascus, I had my very own epiphany.
I got out of bed one morning, showered, breakfasted, got on my hat and coat and gloves and headed for the train. I'd hardly gone a quarter mile when the headache started to grind and just when I was accepting that this was going to be another unpleasant day, the clouds opened and God stuck his head through. He looked at me with pity on his face and said, "It's the hat you fool. It's too small."
And so it was! I threw it away and the headaches stopped.
He stayed long enough for me to snap his picture with my soon-to-be-invented mobile phone.

