It’s a feeling.
E. L. Boyer
You’ve seen bumper stickers that read “I’d rather be…”. Yep. Twitter on Wheels.
Writing in public places is meant to be read.
I think a bumper sticker creates a relationship between the “writer car” and the “reader car”. One of my all-time faves ~ “This Bumper Isn’t BIG ENOUGH For What I’ve Got to Say!”
Stick figure families were popular for a while. Not so much anymore.
I guess the writer car is saying I don’t care about your stick figure family to the reader car. So there.
But bumper stickers aren’t all raw-knuckled and razor-edged. Case in point: Koren’s beasts.
I’m a stonking huge fan of his unreservedly brilliant animal cartoons.
And when I head up to the children’s room at the library, a entire constellation of critters cavort up the stairs. Animals with books, a whimsically playful bunch.
They all have a book or three.
My response to “I’d rather be…”?
I’d rather be at the library.*
*And, of course, today… I’d rather be Irish. Sláinte!
I start the day with happy-go-larky beach music.
High-octane joy. Sweet.
Seismic waves turn inside out, break, and spit clouds of mist. At the water’s edge, a Lohengrin-ing couple exchange vows. Cue the sextet.
There’s nothing like a little beach music.
I can’t live without it. And dancing! Like *The Carolina Shag.
Shagging was born on the beaches of South Carolina.
High-stepping and Hollywoodish, teens in the 1940s cut loose to “beach music.”
Beach music. It’s a cold beer on a warm night with a hot date and no plans for tomorrow. Now that’s high-octane joy.
*Grab your Valentine and give it a try!