Opus, a large-snouted penguin, has a poster of Chilly Willy, the small-beaked pengo, on his bedroom wall. No one knew that one, so I give full trivia credit to . . . the Cubs. And whether you're happy that the Cubs finally won something or you're upset that you just lost to them, bear in mind that it's trivia, where not mattering is the name of the game.
The game in Wall Street is a bit more weighty. Again, I know nothing about economics, but it seems to me like a forest fire. For the health of the environment, excess simply has to burn off in order for the woodland plant and wildlife to sustain itself. And so must the economy. High-priced stocks must burn away like so much arid brush until the system is rejuvenated. Of course, sometimes those wildfires get a bit out of control and burn up the entire West Coast until the government sprays a trillion dollars on it to smother the flames. I guess we'll have to see how long the blazes rage on.
But I still wonder . . . if this Grinch of an economy gobbles itself up by Christmas, and we can't afford the gobs of presents and decorations and whozzits and whatsits or even the roast beast, and all we're left with is a big circle of Who's in Whoville . . . will we still join hands and sing in loving harmony, or is that just a bunch of Seussian crap we buy into because it rhymes? Here's today's question:
What Dr. Seuss book begins with the line, "From there to here, from here to there, funny things are everywhere"?