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 always serve the cause of listening. View all posts by James McDonall

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