Graduations

For some reason, the phrase, "friends come in odd places." came to mind right when I opened this new blog. I'm not sure why. No friends have come to me in odd places recently. But if you're lonely and you need a friend, I'm sure there's one somewhere in an odd place. Just look in the places you would least expect to find anybody. There... There's my two-cents worth.

Right now I'm sitting at a perfectly symmetrical wooden table the size of a big, perfectly symmetrical wooden table you would find floating at sea and float on to survive. You know? One of those.
I'm at Barnes And Nobles in Bowling Green, Kentucky, surrounded by the ironic ambiance of thick southern accents and many, many intellectually thick books. Most people consider us Kentuckians to be stupid, one o' them slow folk. We're quite the opposite, actually. Sure, you can find a couple idiotic buffoons with crooked teeth and crooked smiles and crooked clothes and crooked everything, swaggering around in a crooked swagger, tipping a half-empty bottle of Bourbon crookedly into their stenchy mouth. But that's a small population. Actually, Kentucky's filled, absolutely filled!!!!... with intellectuals that most people assume to be not-so-smart'ns. But don't be let the southern accent or anything else southern-like to fool you. Us Suthernours ar smart!!.

Anyway, it was my sisster's graduation today. She's officially smart and intellectual and intrepidly awesome, if I may use the term correctly. She's a nurse now. And not just any nurse0=-- a graduated nurse.
I never thought graduation ceremonies lasted so long, or were so big. Three hours!!!! Oh my gosh my golly.
I come back to Mexico in two days. In the mean time, David Copperfield waits to be read and friends in odd places wait to be found.