Sunday, September 25, 2011


.It isn't the mountain ahead that wears you out - it's the grain of sand in your shoe.
Robert Service

When I was a little kid we had a sand box. It was a quicksand box. I was an only child... eventually.
Steven Wright

 While out for a run on the tow path we spotted the Cannibal at the One Mile Marker.  He was staring down at his hands, mesmerized.

What was he up to now?

Using our Ninja running skills we moved swiftly and silently to where he was resting (Nutjob Ebook Ninja Running Skills coming out soon).

Upon a closer look we saw what was holding his attention.

Cupped in his hands was a granular material composed of finely divided rock and mineral particles.

It was sand.

When  he saw us he hid his guilt with a smile and let the sand trickle discretely through his fingers.

The Cannibal is a crafty one. 

But what did it mean?

What was he thinking?

What was he planning?

Only time will tell.


  1. He was just looking for a place to poop - no litter boxes on the towpath.

  2. Aaahh. Guess I read too much into it.


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