I woke up today humming Mad World. I think I need to do some research on it. I know the song was used to promote a shooting game. I believe it was the latest Halo, but not sure. In any case, it’s got a story in it, and I will not be surprised to find out if it’s been used in a major motion picture somewhere. If not, I’m going to love it even more. It might relate to Grace, a character who has been sitting at 100 pages for the last ten years. Timing. It’s all about timing.
And here’s a guy who’s time has come. (Don’t you love Thursday segues? PS I can’t believe I spelled that right the first time.) This is our new home security, private William. William has been in deep undercover the last 60 years or so, hiding out under a missing floor board in an upstairs closet, found when we pulled up the carpet and sanded the Douglas Fir floor back to its glory.
I don’t know if he’s tin or lead, but I’ve been washing my hands after touching him just to be sure. He has France stamped on his base, and it looks like there might have been a feather coming out of the top of his hat. His shotgun has been “Sawn off” -grin- But he still has some color. Maybe he’s civil war? His uniform is clearly blue.
At any rate, as the last surviving member of his platoon, he’s now taken his rightful spot of watchfulness on the kitchen mantel.