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Friday, April 1, 2016

For the #atozchallenge, the letter A...

My plan for this month's A-to-Z-Challenge is to provide myself with a series of fairly random prompts for each letter, (a song, a movie, a quotation, and a word), and then to see what thoughts or memories come to mind. Thanks for visiting Quid Pro Quo! I hope it is enjoyable for you. I invite any comments you may have about any of the prompts or about the thoughts they inspire.




Another Earth

It is a well-known fact that those people who must want to rule people are, ipso facto, those least suited to do it... anyone who is capable of getting themselves made President should on no account be allowed to do the job. (Douglas Adams)

Anthropomorphize - to ascribe human form or attributes to (an animal, plant, material object, etc.)


I grew up romping in the woods. And when I say romping, I mean breaking things and throwing things and shooting things and burning things and damming things up... real good old devastation kind of romping. Imagine my surprise and chagrin, then, when I took my best college girl to the woods; I commenced to romping around as usual, and she was taken aback. What are you doing? She asked. I'm romping, I explained, stomping on a patch of ice to see the cracks my heel would make. Well cut it out! She commanded. Why? I wanted to know. And she proceeded to explain to me that nature is precious and we should treasure it peacefully and not alter it by romping around. That was a lovely patch of ice, she said, and now it's all ugly cracks! Where she was from, as it turned out, the woods was not called the woods. It was called a nature preserve. And that's what was done there. Nature was preserved. No romping whatsoever. Now, I really liked this girl, and I desperately wanted her to continue to like me back, so thenceforth, while I was with her, I kept my romping to a minimum. What I was at a loss for words to express at that time was that romping is, well, natural. It may not be appropriate for say, a state park, but for a little backwoods on some owned land, I still contend that romping is the fit and proper way to interact with a wooded environment. I think the woods would agree.


  1. I know that the wood enjoy a bit of fun now and again. Sticks and stones don't hurt their bones!Brilliant little story.

    Keith's Tiny Tales! My obscure word today is Absquatulate

  2. I grew up on a farm. We romped about frequently! What a great story to start the month.

    A Is For Adventure


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