MIDWEST COUNTRY JOURNAL, Part One (aka, Tic Tac Toe, Three in a Row) — by Steve Nadis
On my flight to Chicago, I sat between two middle-aged men. With me wedged in between, I guess that made three of us (though I’d rather apply the term “middle-aged” to others rather than to myself). A few minutes into the flight, all three of us were working on our own sudoku puzzles. An hour later, we all donned headphones and watched a rebroadcast of “The Office,” laughing together, more or less at the same moments. During the two-hour flight, the three of us sat there pretty much in synch, like three peas in a pod, you might say. Then we landed in Chicago and went our separate ways, never to see each other again.
As to why I saw fit to recount this story, I’m not sure. It’s sometimes said that “travel can be so broadening.” But in other ways, as the above attests, travel can be so narrowing…
I think this is kind of cute. Of course, it led me to the ultimate thought of men in threesomes - The Third Musketeers, Stooges……but then I quickly dismissed these thoughts. All of them.
Yes WFW, please dismiss those thoughts immediately.
My Three Sons, The Three Amigos, The Three Tenors, The Three Horsemen of the Apocalypse, oh, sorry, I am commencing to dismiss thoughts.
I have my new progressive glasses on but those letters I’m supposed to type in when I post a comment are still blurry. What gives?
Sorry about that TB. Is it time for new glasses or is it time for TECH SUPPORT?
I have that prob too TB. But it’s cuz I have “Accelerator”.
Try right-clickin on them & choose “Show Original Image”.;)
Oddly, they reposition themselves(?) but sharpen right up.
I like this story and I’m glad you recounted it for our sake. It says a lot about the universality of our existence and how we’re more alike than we think.
Thanks FW. Now I’m glad I did recount it.