Visting the Sun Again

I was frozen from the lowly temperatures of the Chicago winter. So I got in my rocket ship and flew to the Sun.

When I arrived I began to sweat. Then I realized, “Oh, I’m still wearing my jackets, scarfs, long underwear, boots and ski goggles.” It happens every time. It’s funny how the mind remembers certain odd events that happened many years ago, and then forgets rudimentary things.

I stripped down to my bathing suit and asbestos shoes and got out. The asbestos shoes were a gift from the Sun. The Sun likes me and doesn’t want my feet to burn. I got to tell you, it’s the little things that make a big difference in my life.