Ten Little Mysteries Lined Up in a Row

There are so many unsolved mysteries in my little life.

How cats know to use a litter box.

How my dad could make a living playing in dance bands without knowing how to read music.

Why my sister-in-law ratted me out about smoking marijuana once in college.

Why I got fired from the billboard company in 1967.

Who hit the frame of the neighbor’s bay window going down our joint driveway.

What caused our beach house to burn down in 1999.

Where our cat Kitty went and why we were fooled into thinking another cat, with a very telltale antagonistic attitude, who we reclaimed from the humane society was actually our beloved Kitty.

Why adopted kids seem like your left arm some of the time and other times seem like people you accidentally bumped with your cart in Walmart.

How to decide on window ‘treatments.’

Who trimmed our front bushes without telling us, straight across like the butch haircut my big brother used to get, yep, straight across with some kind of powerful trimmer, the kind we don’t own because we never trim the bushes because they are actually what some might call our ‘window treatments’ so people can’t see us lounging with our bourbon and ginger watching cable news every night.

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