I have been meaning to relay this story, and I almost forgot.

The first wife and I were at her sister’s this weekend for a family gathering of the sister’s husband’s side of the family. All the usual stuff food, fun, conversation — At one point I was sitting there listening to the conversation, and somebody said, “so and so had wrecked their car.” Someone else asked, “how?” and they replied, “hit a dear.” Then several people look stunned and, one after the other said, “A dear? In Carlton?” Now the town name may not be right, but what was so amazing is that it was almost verbatim Monty Python’s The Meaning of Life — A tiger? In Africa? Only with a dear and they weren’t trying to be funny. I nearly lost it!

In weird related news, I was reading a post on 1976design.com today, and the guy had taken pictures of a swallow, and someone asked, “What is the air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow?” The author replied, I wish I had thought to include that in the post and follows it up with this link http://www.style.org/unladenswallow/

Stay frosty.