"Dad I've got an idea. You can post a picture of me with that hat on for that place where people pay for your posts. Then you can send me the money it makes."
Well, when I was little, my conniving uncle had my dad killed in a stampede and blamed me for it so I fled and refused to come home and hung out with two degenerate friends for a while until my childhood sweetheart lured me back home. Circle of life.
I'm having a Moisty Cigar and a single malt Spey to celebrate the season and enjoy the bounties of nature and the humanizing effects of the division of labor.
In the car w 11yo daughter, weather report on the radio, she said, "Wait, they never said where that weather was going to be. How will people know what city she's talking about?"
I had to explain that radio stations are only local. She was baffled.