AWOL: I didn't go fishin' yesterday, but I had to take the day off. Don't know why...other than that now and then you just need a day off.
Commentary: Monday didn't set a numerical record for comments on a TOP post, but it might have set a record for the number of substantive comments. Just about 170 as of this writing.
Clearly a topic of considerable interest to photographers. We will present Ctein's take on Photoshop CC two weeks from today.
Where this stuff comes from: Every writer, I suspect, has had the experience of something seeming to "pop" from his or her head, as if unbidden.
One of the hardware stores where I shop has a handicapped parking space right in front of the front door, sidewise, meaning the cars park parallel to the storefront and not perpendicular to it. As I was leaving the hardware store yesterday, a big pickup truck screeched into the handicapped parking space and a big, burly guy with hair in some of the wrong places hopped out of it and went striding purposefully into the store.
As he passed me, I said, "Funny, you don't look handicapped. Or are you just a moral cripple?"
That second sentence came from nowhere. Sent by God. Was not something I was thinking of saying. Just popped out.
Fortunately, there was a slight pause between my first and second sentences, and the guy had passed me by the time I said it, so I was no longer facing him. And I don't think he heard me. A good thing, because if it came to blows I don't think I would prove to be the faster runner.
Happens sometimes when I write, too. But in that case it's seldom dangerous.
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bill: "Thanks for speaking out for the handicapped of the world. I'm a spinal cord injury. But these rude ABs (our term for the Able Bodied) folks annoy the hell out of me/us when I can barely manage 50 feet or am 'wheelin' it' and can't find a space with them all blocked by a big, burly, hairy armed delivery guy and his truck taking five spaces AARRGGGGHHH. I wish I could recommend that everyone say something in these situations but it could be hazardous to your health.
"Glad you took a day, we all need one now and then. Hope it was a good 'un!
"And if you are one of the folks who are 'only here for a few minutes, so park HC' think about us who sigh and drive on 'cause we need the space."
Stan B.: "Amazingly—I had just finished reading this post, right before coming here...."
Mike replies: That falls into my regular category of Learn Something New Every Day at TOP, only sometimes it applies to things I'd rather not know and wish I didn't.
BrianW: "There's a historical precedent, both for the parking misuse and for Mike's quip."
Mike replies: That's funny, but shh, don't tell the anti-Apple crowd.
The funniest/most pathetic handicapped parking story I ever knew about firsthand was a guy I worked with who had spina bifida. He needed an electrified cart to get around the building with indoors. Like a very small golf cart. When the company moved in to a much larger, more luxurious building, the factory entrace had steps he couldn't negotiate, so he was presented with a corporate handicapped parking pass and his own specially-designated handicapped parking space right next to the front door, on ground level. But when he tried to park his electrified cart next to the front door at night, they decided it didn't look nice parked in the reception area...so they forbade that, and made him park the cart way in the back of the factory, in the shipping department where he worked. The upshot was that after he got the special handicapped parking space (which he had to use), he had to slowly and painfully walk more than the length of a football field every morning and evening to get to and from his cart.
He never ceased complaining about this, and management never did anything about it.