As it happened today, I discovered something new on my walk home from a very sturdy and fulfilling breakfast. This is it: There is something called The Giant’s Causeway in County Antrim, Ireland. Why have I never heard of such a thing before this morning? Holy Crap. I mean, I knew about the Giant at the top of the Beanstalk…… the dude with the Golden Eggs. And I had heard about Goliath, and what was the little fella’s name? Danny? (No…. that’s not it… but you know who I mean. The slingshot boy.) I was familiar with Gulliver. Although is Gulliver really a giant? Or is it just that the Lilliputians are so dang small? I even know about San Francisco’s baseball team (although they look to be the same size as every one else.)

But here in my very midst, is a shrine to the Giant’s Causeway. (Is that like a Speedway, or a Costco, or something?) Whatever it is, apparently it is constructed of rocks. And…. it seems that somebody ran off with a few, and they left ’em up the street from my house….around 1851 or so……