Monday, May 10, 2010

Like a Jim Croce Song

I walked along a beach, a northen breeze washed ashore a note in a bottle. It said:

"If you are Zigman Zibanski, come home. I love you.
If not, please find him for me.


I tossed the bottle back into the sea. Shredded the note in my hands. No one, I thought, leaves my blog so easy and free.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

now you're getting it.