And Now for Something Completely Different...
Thursday, April 23, 2009 
With the sad story now resolved (as to the cause of the horses' deaths)... I thought I'd change the subject, rather radically. Yes, I know the following has nothing to do with the film, polo, or actors, or money.... ok... maybe a little to do with money.
My son, Jack, soon to turn five, is a walking vacuum of all bits of interesting paper, pieces of bark, rocks, acorns, marbles, shards of metal and of course wickedly sharp glass. (Aren't we all in some metaphorical way?) And as you can see from this picture, I do my part to pay for Lucas's Skywalker Ranch.
Anyway, this past Wednesday, I picked Jack up from his preschool, and as we walked down the hall toward the front door, I saw he was in his own thoughts, neatly folding and unfolding a worn piece of paper. "What ya got there?" I asked. "Money!" he replied happily. "I found it on the playground!" I stopped. "Really?"
I could then see that it did appear to be the size of currency, and at first thought it was something foreign. But the denomination was $25. Then he flipped it over and I saw a sultry blonde with a come-hither look staring back at me. "Hey, let me see that!" After exacting a promise that I would indeed return it, he proudly handed me his prize. What my son had found was a lap dance certificate for a strip club about twenty miles into the city. (See pic of it below.) Jack was beaming. "It's pirate money and she's who Eli and I have to capture, and give that to her for rescuing her!" At that a frown appeared on the poor boy's face, seeing his father laughing himself to tears. "Yeah, that's about the way it goes, son! Good luck!"
The woman who owns the preschool was near the door. Thank God she's cool. I proudly showed it to her, saying, "I sure wish my parents had taken me to a preschool like this!"
Yeah, I promised to return it to Jack. And I will. When he's twenty. We'll laugh about it together then.
Ride on.
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Reader Comments (2)
David,
Great story. Thanks for sharing it. After these tragic events, a good hearty laugh is exactly what my soul needed!
I think you should print this blog, put it in a birthday card, along with the voucher, and hand it Jack when he turns twenty.
You couldn't tell the story any better than you did right here.
Stephanie
That is just so very funny!
By his preschool???
Sheesh.
On the upside... Dad, ... you could always ask him to borrow 25$!!!
;)