A rerun for my dearly beloved.
I may have mentioned this before, but I’m a gadget person. I came by this honestly. You see, my dad was the king of gadgets. He’d collected all sorts of gadgets over the years and some proved to be quite useful. But, on the other hand, some were really not very useful at all. Like the fishin’ lure he bought that was suppose to swim all by itself. The advertisement said that if you put in some magic powder inside the lure, in a few minutes, the thing would take off like a cat with its tail on fire. (No, I’ve never set a cat’s tail on fire, and I don’t know how that girl who lived down the road from me when I was a kid, cat’s tail got charcoaled, but it wasn’t me. I like cats.) Anywho, the lure was supposed to take off zigzaggin’ in the water and then drive the fish into a feedin’ frenzy. They were supposed to attack it, and you would be pullin’ the fish in by the bucket full. Well, the magic powder turned out to be bakin’ powder and all that happened was bubbles would stream out the backend of the lure. When the fish saw this, they’d take off swimmin’ in the opposite direction, just like anybody with any sense would do in the same situation. Dad was sure disappointed in that lure.