I’m bookish, awkward, pot-bellied and an easy target for jokes. Now I apparently need prescription glasses? And I can’t understand why people in my age group want to run society like a bunch of savages.
All I need is a conch shell, and I’m Piggy from “Lord of the Flies.”
Perigree.
I know grapes are bigger than these, but … are they still growing?
Nobody trick me into poisoning myself. Please. That’s bad netiquette.
All I can think of is that “Simpsons” episode where they lampoon William Golding’s “Lord of the Flies.” The kids are trapped on an island with no food; Ralph Wiggum eats the local berries and gets sick, helpfully reporting that “they taste like burning.”
These things are growing everywhere in this one patch of woods near me. I know this sounds nuts, but there also appear to be … raspberries growing in the wild down here in Virginia too. It’s not far from where I’ve spotted that fox and the occasional deer, as well as geese and goslings.
Virginia people, this kind of thing is totally nuts to a New Yorker.
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 