You Just Never Know

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This old gal…

Admired the wooden ring…that crafty husband of hers made…oohing…ahhing…him telling the story…of its origin…that tree…from the neighbor’s yard…sadly taken down…due to road construction…the wood just so beautiful…its color…its markings…

Us two admirers…in deep conversation…about the wood…what kind of wood is it…I have no idea…what kind of tree was it…I have no idea…we will have to ask the neighbor…yes we shall…

Going on and on…annoyingly so…pondering…wondering…speculating…and then it hit…thirty minutes later…something clicking…finally…in the daft old brain…

Sycamore…SYCAMORE STREET…lined…with SYCAMORE TREES…us so sad…last fall…to see all the…SYCAMORE TREES…cut down…on SYCAMORE STREET…

And so…we laughed…at the ridiculousness of it all…old people ridiculousness…old brain ridiculousness…realizing that…

Sometimes…you just have to laugh…face palm and laugh…laugh like there’s no…tomorrow…

Because…well…like those poor old sycamore trees…on Sycamore Street…you just never know…
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And this husband of mine…agrees…