mysteries

One has to wonder what was going through his parent's minds when they looked at their brand new baby boy and chose a name for him.

"Why, he looks just like a ritual form of Japanese suicide," his mother must have thought as she admired his little fingers and toes.

Why else would she have named her son Harry Carey?

No lie. I lived next door to the man for several months. He gave me a freezer full of moose meat and a fair amount of smoked salmon as well.

This is only one of life's many imponderables that I've been contemplating lately.

I've always had the bad habit of reading the last few pages of my book first. I like to know how things are going to turn out before I start to read. No reason to get attached to a character if they're just going to die or skip out halfway through the action.

I call it a 'bad habit' because that's what other people tell me it is. But secretly, I've always kind of wished I could read ahead in life, too. People always tell me that my way of reading spoils the surprise. I always say that a well written book will delight you no matter how many times you read it or how well you know the plot.

But life is not a book plot. It doesn't have a nicely crafted story arc, and as much as I would like to I can't read ahead.

--I have interviewed people who claim to be able to. But then, if you've read my other blog entries you may remember that one of those people thought I was Australian.

So what is next? That's as much of a mystery as what Harry Carey's mother was thinking, I'm afraid.