Come Monday


Sometimes when you least expect it, people will help you out. It is one of the best feelings in the world.

Someone once told me I restored their faith in humanity. At the time I didn't understand why anyone would ever say that.

I was in Hartford, Connecticut once and was helping my friend look for a place to live. A dog barked and I yelled at it. After returning from prospecting the apartment and getting into the vehicle, the three of us in the car wondered what the foul smell was that had just came to our senses. We dismissed it as air pollution. Then someone suggested we might have stepped in dogshit. I looked at my shoes and sure enough, I did. I shouldn't have yelled at the dog. Fortunately, at the next intersection we found a carwash. Pretty impressive considering a car wash is hard to find in a big city, nevermind if it's your first time there. We power sprayed the shoes and the foot mat and moved on our way. Funny how things work.

I was in the waters of Port Dover, Ontario at my first, and to this day, only fishing derby. I cast my line in the water from the boat and caught a fish. It was not too big so I threw it back in. Shortly after, I felt a bite on my fishing line and reeled in the fish. It was the same one. This happened four more times with the same fish. That was the only fish I caught that day. We had a monogamous relationship. Nothing fishy going on there. I let that one get away too.

I was golfing on the coast of Georgia one day and I hit my approach shot on an elevated green. We had to climb up a short hill to get to the putting surface. As I walked up the hill to the hole, I could not see my ball on the green. It disappeared. I then looked up and saw the Atlantic and it's waves. What a great sight. I went to look for my ball and kept on looking at the ocean. After soaking in the view, I took a drop and took a double bogey.

I was in Sandusky, Ohio one day and we golfed and drank beer all day. It was the middle of July. We then went to Red Lobster and I ordered a huge meal. Right before the meal came, I began to feel very sick and suffered a heat stroke. I walked outside to try to regain my composure and saw in a mirror that my face was as red as the lobster I ordered. I couldn't eat even though I was the hungriest person in the vicinity only a half hour before that. The sun had cooked me like a lobster.

I was in an unnamed city in Cuba one day at an all inclusive resort. I got to know the bar staff very well. They were tipped with American currency. Unfortunately, they had to exchange the US money and could not spend it at the resort. They had to spend their own currency at stores outside of the resort for prices that were way above the tourist stores asking price. The bartenders, along with my friend and I, devised a plan to take their tip money, purchase products they required or could sell for more profit, and give it to the bartender who was celebrating a birthday that week to make it look like we were being 'friendly'. Then they would distribute the products amongst themselves. I noticed one bartender who looked suspicious of us. We did this a couple of times during the week and I began to get sick of doing it because of it's ramifications on the Cuban workers if they got caught, as well as the fact I was on vacation and not to work in an underground market. The final day, the bartender who looked suspicious came out of his shell and asked if I could get him some deodorant and jeans. He had been too cautious. I related to having those thoughts at times in my life, so I decided I would make one more trip. He gave me his tip money and I made my way to the store. It was closed. Our plane left the next morning. Poor guy. That is an example of what I refer to as 'random frost'.

Watch for a new website layout soon, I've been getting help from a complete stranger on it. Sometimes people can help restore faith in humanity with the smallest of actions.

Have a great weekend. I'm off to save the world again. See you soon.