Let’s shed some light on the subject.

That is my objective tonight.  The phrase itself.. is one of my favorites.

I mean.  The ramifications are endless.

The saying itself means… to clear something up… or to help someone understand something.  Light changes everything.  Yep.  When time elapses, the light of day shifts and changes.  Some things become more visible and clear.  Yet, at the same moment, it casts longer and wider shadows in different directions.  It changes everything.

With all of that said, I bring you some changes in perspective, from the lighter side.

Here’s the deal.  In Cleveland, Ohio, it’s illegal to catch mice without a hunting license.  I say we all get together some weekend, take a road trip to Cleveland, purchase hunting licenses, and get us some mice.  We can then stuff their little heads, and mount them on plaques in our dens, living rooms, and libraries.

It takes 3,000 cows to supply the NFL with enough leather for a year’s supply of footballs.  Are you ready for some Football?  I have long wondered why the cows down the road started wearing antlers toward the end of the summer….

Thirty-five percent of the people who use personal ads for dating are already married.  I don’t like that fact.  Not one little bit.

Two-thirds of the world’s eggplant is grown in New Jersey.   They don’t call it “The Garden State” for nothing.  Coincidentally, “The Purple People Eater” song was also written in New Jersey.

A dime has 118 ridges around the edge.  I’m not sure who counted all of these tiny little grooves.  But it scares me.

The housefly hums in the middle octave, key of F.  Somehow… this scares me too.  Worse the Dime-Ridge-Counting-Guy.  The fact that they can hum in the first place is disturbing.

Chinese Crested dogs can get acne.  THAT is why they can’t get dates in high school.

No word in the English language rhymes with month, orange, silver or purple.  Quit trying to think of some.   It is useless.  The longer you try, the more you will durple your brain, and pilver your peace of mind.  I have donth to prove it.  I made a note of it in my worange.

The only capital letter in the Roman alphabet with exactly one end point is P.  Ahhhh. P.  That stands for Polly. You see, tonight, I only have one end point.  And this is it..

“There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.” – Edith Wharton