Words Never Before Spoken By Anyone Ever

Could it be that yesterday I heard a sentence never before uttered in the history of humankind?  See what you think.

Yesterday was Halloween Abundant Flamboyant on Main Street Beacon, NY—costumes galore, even a parade.

For our part as soon-to-be proprietors of a Main Street gallery named Playful Loving Deep (opening a week from today if the gods approve), my sweetheart presented free-for-the-taking on the sidewalk outside our front door a bin of a dozen or more hand-made masks she recently inherited from an old friend who died this past summer.

By afternoon’s end, all the masks had moved on to their next life, their magic having entertained many more curious souls that just those who actually walked away with one.

Among those lookers-but-not-takers was a woman costumed in what will be the punchline of this essay.  She was accompanying two children, both under ten, which later sparked my grin that she just might be a pretty fun adult to hang around.

While intrigued by the masks, picking up several, imagining what they would look like complementing her everyday wardrobe, the woman commented, “Boy, if I’d known these were here, I wouldn’t have dressed up as a hot dog.”

Could it be that yesterday I heard a sentence never before uttered in the history of humankind? See what you think. Yesterday was Halloween Abundant Flamboyant on Main Street Beacon, NY—costumes galore, even a parade. For our part as soon-to-be proprietors of a Main Street gallery named Playful Loving Deep (opening a week from

4 thoughts on “Words Never Before Spoken By Anyone Ever”

  1. She sounds fun but more importantly congratulations on the new shop—would love to see a pic or two of the new place! Many blessings and mazel tov!

  2. So glad we met Steve. I wish you two all the best with your new gallery. And, is your novel now available from Amazon? I am a pretty slow reader and hope to take it on this winter. Let me know. Thanks, all good wishes to you both, Isabeth Hardy

  3. I wish I was an Oscar Mayer wiener
    That is what I truly want to be
    Hurtling
    Frictionless
    Fictitiously through inner life and afterthought
    Traveling light
    Within and beyond roads less taken
    Dropping everything
    At the transbay bus station

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