Cursed With Imagination

You know how I’m always noticing things, right? Lately there have been a few “sightings” that have had my over-active imagination soaring. For instance . . .

We were on our way to an awards ceremony at the Museum of Innovation and Science in Schenectady. Our grandson, Sam, had invented The Kernel Destroyer, a device that separates un-popped popcorn kernels from the fluff we eat. Very cool. Anyway,  I was riding in the back seat, and as we zipped down an off ramp I caught a brief glimpse of a dinosaur. That’s right. Didn’t know there were any of those still around didja? Now, there are some who would tell you that it was just a misshapen tree trunk, but if you’d seen this thing you would agree with me. It was a Velociraptor and I think I saw a claw move when I whipped back quick to get a second look.

And then a few days later, as I drove down State Farm Road from the grocery store, I spotted a Wookie. Remember those from Star Wars? Big, growly beasts with a set of bangs every school girl in America lusts after. Okay, this Wookie was mowing the lawn and looked suspiciously like a woman wearing a strange gardening hat. But I have to tell you I looked three times and almost hit a squirrel  crossing the road (dumb thing doubled back on me). That was no woman with a push mower. No siree. That was a Wookie.

So then, I thought, what if the Velociraptor and the Wookie know each other and are here to scope out the planet for the evil Prime Minister of Blackmoor?  And perhaps they’re seeking a way to communicate with devices yet un-developed by humans. Like a Kernel Destroyer. Good grief. What hath Sam wrought?

I know he’s the innocent in all of this and would never consent to any million dollar patent that these creatures might offer. Right Sam? I mean, how could they even do that?

Unless . . . one of them adopted a clever disguise whereby they appeared to be the head guy at the U.S. Patent office all friendly and welcoming like. Dang, I never thought of that until now.

I’d better call Sam and warn him. After all he did get an award certificate and a shiny trophy for his invention so he’s a hot commodity right now. Poor kid.

Not only that, he’s been saddled with a grandmother whose imagination is downright scary. Poor kid.

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