Fragments

Hawker: Look he says holding up a head scarf.  Me: No thank you.  Hawker: no charge for looking. Me: I'm not interested.  Hawker: really, no charge for looking.  Me: I don't want it. Hawker: just try it and proceeds to wrap it around my head Me: amused but still don't want it. Hawker. I'll take your photo. No charge.

Jackie  Doe   I do not understand quantum physics, but I don’t doubt that it exists. I do not understand all of God’s whys and wherefores, but I don’t doubt they exist. Tom Gibson   Jackie Blundell I also don’t understand quantum mechanics. There are many things in science that I don’t understand. But the way science goes about figuring things out seems more reliable than the way that religion does. In science a hypothesis is pres ented and people think up ways to test it. What would we expect to see if the hypothesis is correct? What observations would prove it incorrect? Then it is tested and retested. Then other people scrutinized the tests looking for flaws. Then others conduct their own tests. If the hypothesis doesn’t stand up to all this, then it isn’t accepted.  I don’t understand quantum mechanics but I understand the reliability of the method that was used to discover it. I know that over a hundred years of increasingly sophisticated experiments have co...

#Columbus #Age: 55 #Date: 3/18/2018 Today I took my usual Sunday morning stroll through downtown Columbus. As I was walking through the business district, which is largely deserted on weekends, I overtook a man in his mid twenties. Although I normally feel safe in that part of town, I occasionally find myself regarding people with a little bit of suspicion. He was wearing a baseball cap and an old  worn coat.  He was ambling along slowly with a slight limp and held is right arm across his chest. I felt a tinge of apprehension as from behind he looked like the sort who might pester for a handout, perhaps aggressively so. As I passed him he yelled "Hey!" I looked back and saw that he had a huge smile and his face was the absolute picture of child like innocence. He had picked up his pace to keep up with me. "Do you want to come over for blueberry waffles?"  His voice all enthusiasm in anticipation of a great treat. I said "Thank you, but I can't...

The bathroom door is suddenly flung open and a five year old girl burst out and skips across the room humming merrily. Her mother, without looking up, sternly asks “Did you wash your hands?” The girl stops dead in her tracks, looks down at her feet, and barely audible says “No.” “Go back and wash your hands” The girl shuffles slowly back, all the joy sucked out of her . After a long period that is suspiciously too quiet, the mother looks over at the bathroom and then in utter exasperation “Why are you brushing your teeth? I asked you to wash your hands.” More moments of silence pass and then “WASH YOUR HANDS!” Some more moments of silence and then, “Don’t scrub your hands with your sister’s toothbrush!” I witnessed this today. Is it just me, or does it seem like the little girl is winning?