Wish Upon A Star …


My Daddy used to chuckle and he would look down at me and say “Wish in one-hand kid, and spit in the other.  See which one fills up first.”  But today is Monday and I always try to be up-beat and positive on Monday’s.  (Uh huh sure)  “In the spirit of Judy Garland we could all collectively wish upon a star and try and change our destinies.  When you wish upon a star, it makes no difference who you are, that kind of deal.

I like this part:  When you wish upon a star, it makes no difference who you are.  Looking back, I remember as a small lad my father told me a fable such as that one night when I was but a small tyke, I still remember lying there in wonder and bewilderment.

It went something like this … He said …. YOUR mother said I was to come in here and tell you a fable or a bedtime story. 

So pay attention.

Once upon a time, a Prince who asked a beautiful Princess, “Will you marry me?”

The Princess said, “NO!”

And the Prince lived happily ever after and rode motorcycles and banged skinny long-legged, big breasted broads and hunted and fished and raced cars and went to naked bars and dated women half his age and drank whiskey, beer and Captain Morgan and never heard bitching and never paid child support or alimony and nailed cheerleaders and kept his house and guns and ate Spam and potato chips and beans and blew enormous farts and never got cheated on while he was at work and all his friends and family thought he was cool as hell and he had tons of money in the bank and left the toilet seat up.  The End

Then my father went into the kitchen for another beer and I was told to go to sleep.  To this day I have to admit, “I just love a good fairytale” how about you?


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