Good morning readers. Thanks for coming by for a read this morning.
Some happenings on this planet are so unlikely as to probably have transpired somewhere else, not here. The scene below is a US Forestry Service outdoor toilet located at a mountain picnic area near the road running from Silver City to Reserve, New Mexico. From a distance it looks innocuous enough.
I’d imagine that’s what the guy who was sitting on the john inside thought when something important happened. In the bottom pic the unlikely is somewhat conveyed, though it doesn’t show how thoroughly the saturation of bullet holes targeting the piece of space he occupied.
The Great Escape
Call yourself a cop
I’ll call myself a robber
Corner me in an outhouse
Call in your backups
Talk to me through bullhorns
“Come out with your hands up
We know you’re in there
Watching flies strafe dust particles
In sunlight shafts
Savoring the odor and the old news
“Come out or we’ll come in after you”
Tension builds. No answer.
Anti-climax gun and badge hero makes a perfect icon
Of an eyeball peeking through a knot hole.
But I’m not scared.
I’ve escaped down through the hole
Into the real world
Old Jules Copyright©2003 NineLives Press
Most things in this life just aren’t worth worrying about. The Universe has enough surprises and cards on the bottom of the deck to make the focus of the worry obsolete, or absolescent.
Old Jules
So Far From Heaven 
Offers us a new take on the phrase, “plinking at cans.”
Ed: You make a strong point. J
My dad used to say all the things he worried about were never the things that got him. I expect you two might have enjoyed a beer together while agreeing on that point.
Good Luck Duck: Sounds to have been a worthy soul. He’d also probably agree the things he didn’t worry about also didn’t get him. Gracias, J