Lemonade Frosties

I have learned there are two paths for every destination in life. One leads to the destination and the other leads there as well. Choosing doesn’t matter. Take for instance Charles Schultz’s Peanuts strip of comics and how Linus has nothing to do with my first sentences in this post. Then swing back down here and forget what you read -  unless you grab a piece and wear it softly…maybe this...The last time a lightning bolt went soaring through the sky downward I noticed it. Within the time it went from the sky to about ten ft. above the ground I found my rusty fishing net in the upper-left corner of my garage andstrung it fresh with thicker, new string. I rushed over to the open field where I had the feeling it would touch down and caught it with my newly-laced net. I let it cool down, broke it into pieces, and sold each with the earnings going toward keeping all urban fountains flowing for their existence, even in strict economic times when a city may be strapped for water-pump funds and the rest went to piggy banks of the homeless…