It wasn’t so much one big thing…. as it was ten or twelve little occurrences… all lumped together.

Yes… Myron felt off-kilter. Out of balance. Heck… even out of bounds. Things just didn’t seem quite right.

He equated it much akin to the feeling of being on a roller coaster ride. Speeding along at 100 mph, whipping around curves, plunging downward without a moment’s notice.

Then, at once you realize in the midst of screaming in terror, you are…. at the same instant… screaming in delight.

Myron had a revelation … he might not be in the midst of a topsy turvy. It could be… that he was TRULY having a ball.

OR… it could be… that he laundered his SEVENTH iPhone. Yes… he ran yet another iPhone through the old Whirlpool Washing Machine.

Byron  while laughing and crying….. would shout it out….. “Oh boy. What a blast.”

“Polly.  You Dumb Head.” – Polly C Kronenberger