Here’s a boy who wants to set a record for pogo stick jumps; and I think there might be a lesson here. To wit: “Keep on jumping and jumping and jumping some more, and eventually you’ll fall.” Ouch.
I was a great pogo stick artist in my boyhood. If my mother had ever seen some of the tricks I got up to, she would’ve plotzed. And before I could fall and suffer a real injury, another kid borrowed my pogo stick and wrecked it.
Today I seem to be battling writer’s block. (“Well, of course you are! Why else would you be writing about a pogo stick?” I just can’t generate a Newswithviews column this week–after I don’t know how many weeks in a row. I mean, there’s so much really bad nooze out there, I can’t decide what to write about.
So I guess I might as well sign off until the evening, when I’ll have the pleasure of selecting and posting a cat or dog video. Or some other nice critter.
And then tomorrow morning I can try again.