As Warm Weather Arrives…

…it’s always a good idea to walk your unicycle across the street.


Hat tip to JP Vellotti for the photo and text.

14 responses to “As Warm Weather Arrives…

  1. Someone sold that poor man half a bicycle – at least it’s a nice day.

  2. Nancy Hunter Wilson

    Considering all of the previous stories of traffic bedlam, kudos to this fellow for adhering to the traffic pattern. What home is that behind? Looks like quintessential Westport.

    • Elisabeth Keane

      I think that’s the house at the corner of South Compo where you turn onto Bridge Street.

  3. As Dave approached Myra’s theme party he noticed that everyone seemed to be wearing unitards. Once again his poor hearing had stymied his attempt to win her heart.

  4. As Fred began the long trek back to LA, he reflected on his 23 years with the circus. On some level he had been expecting his dismissal for some time.

  5. As Luther returned home from his attorney’s office, he recalled his brief but passionate marriage to Lola. What she thought she was going to do with the other half of their tandem bicycle was anyone’s guess. Still, he wished her well.

  6. As Harry walked back home with the remains of his new bike he tried to make sense of what had just happened at Fresh Market. What had possessed that crazy bird – was it an osprey? – to rip the bike in half? All he had done was chain it to a pole in the parking lot.

  7. As Tom walked back from the all night poker game, he tried to get his mind around the fact that he had just lost his 12 cylinder Ferrari to the neighbor’s 22 year old South American nanny. Thankfully he had remembered to remove his wife’s unicycle from the front seat before handing over the keys.

  8. As he traveled north on Bridge Street, Skip’s mind wandered in an Ambien fueled haze. Suddenly a bear on a unicycle ran in front of him. In a flash, the Hummer’s massive chrome grill launched the bear into the intersection. After rolling the lifeless bear into the weeds, Skip retrieved the unicycle from the crosswalk. In the distance he could hear a car approaching. He was going to be late for yoga.

  9. As he walked along Terry couldn’t help but notice the near endless parade of Mercedes SUVs that passsed him. The huge trucks were mostly driven by small framed women in smart athlethic attire. He wondered; had he gone too far in his quest to reduce his carbon footprint?

    • Morley, These are great, thanks for the laughs! Do I detect a bit of Gary Larson influence in your upbringing? Hope all is well with you.
      Bill Rogers

  10. Nancy Hunter Wilson

    Sounds like Ogden Nash without the verse.

  11. Shades of the Bulwer-Lytton writing contest. Edward George Bulwer-Lytton wrote the novel that influenced Snoopy, who began his typing on top of the doghouse with “It was a dark and stormy night….” The opening sentence of Bulwer-Lytton’s novel “Paul Clifford” begins, “It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents — except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.”

    The object of the annual contest is to write the worst opening sentence of a novel. It’s great stuff, highly entertaining. And somehow I think Mr. Boyd already knows this.

  12. Nancy Hunter Wilson

    Ah, like the International Imitation Hemingway Competition.