Any port in a storm


For reasons that are totally foreign to me they keep throwing these things out.

Why do they do that? I mean, why do they do that when they know how much I like to sit in them, play in them, and pull them apart.

I’ll never understand.

Here I am, saying a last farewell to this brave little fellow before he heads outside to the recycle thingy.

What a waste!


About James McDonall

I believe in laughing, especially at yourself, and as often possible. I believe in "live and let live". I believe that communication is the foundation of all our solutions. I believe that listening is more important than speaking, and that speaking should serve the cause of listening. If you like my writing, I'm available for hire. Please send me an Email to discuss your project. View all posts by James McDonall

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