May 12, 2010


I'm reading this book. It is about how we justify what we do and believe, no matter how stupid, irrational, illogical, immoral or just downright loopy it is. Otherwise, we would drive ourselves crazy and for some of us that is a short drive.

Very eye-opening stuff.

Speaking of which, I was talking to the owner of The Great Wall of Our Street this morning. He is in town for a few days.

He commented that the wall turned out to be a bit bigger than he had imagined it would be. Ya think?

But, he quickly added that his son was getting a lot of late night, suspicious characters coming to the door. Evidently, including a woman trying to sell tamales at 11PM. So, a wall, a big old wall, is just what you need to keep the interlopers at bay.

You see, it isn't that he wanted a big, big wall, it is that he really had no choice in the matter.

Mistakes were made, just not by him.

Or me. Just saying.







Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky

9 comments:

The Bug said...

I like tamales, but I'm not sure I'd want to eat one at 11:00 pm. So, the wall is justified! Pfft.

Kurt said...

I had a friend who used to say that he was never wrong - all his mistakes could be attributed to his receiving "bad data."

Betty said...

I love tamales. But not necessarily at 11pm. That book looks interesting.

Perpetual Chocoholic said...

I have one of those neighbours next door. You know, it's the guy across the streets fault cause she hired his guy to do the work.....

alphabet soup said...

Tamales eh? That definitely calls for a Great Big Wall to be built out front.

Maybe he could read Mistakes were Made?

YOUR front fence look terrific.

Printing off this post to let my neighbour read it - she is often interested in your views on particular topics.

Ms Soup

Barbara said...

So what is the son doing as he hides behind the Great Wall? I can't imagine that it added a lot of value to his property. Maybe it would appeal to someone in a shady business...

Reya Mellicker said...

Oh yeah, mistakes.

In fact I had considered naming my (as yet unwritten) memoir "Mistakes Were Made." Too late. Oh well.

Steve Reed said...

Barbara had the same thought I did. Grow house!

Megan said...

Since we moved, I kinda miss my Sunday morning tamale seller wake up call.

"TAMALEEEEEEEEEEEES!"