In today's installment, we may consider feet -- those appendages traditionally protruding beneath the ankles -- or, alternatively, a measure of distance. I could write about shoes, I suppose, and tell you how Youngest Son's newest pair are so large they subject to requisition by the Secretary of the Navy in time of war. His feet are now each longer than a foot. Which seems rather contradictory when you look at it.
Alternatively, we can talk about "feat" -- as in an accomplishment -- which could bring us back to today's uber-topic on TV, radio, and any new page you open on your Internet browser, namely, Mr. Obama's inauguration. But I saw this cartoon on the train and it got me thinking....
though I saw it first in the Chicago Sun-Times. Click to enlarge.)
I fearlessly predict that this cartoon will cut out and taped onto, or next to, copier machines all around the country today.
I'm proud of my ability to clear most paper jams from our copier here at the Undisclosed Location. Just the other morning, when I came in, I heard a strange noise coming from our kitchen/ copy room: One of my colleagues had gotten the machine jammed after I'd left for the evening. Though he made efforts to rectify the problem on his own, he was unsuccessful. The red "error" light was flashing on the machine console, a repeating scarlet accusation in the darkened copier room.
Embracing the challenge, I followed the instructions on the screen and soon opened the doors and moved the necessary levers to expose the problem. Within the space of few minutes, the singed paper was extricated and the machine restored to functionality. There was no one here to acknowledge my feat... but I was not seeking the applause of the crowd. I was just doing what I'd been trained to do.
OK, so it's not landing a plane safely on the Hudson River.
But it's pretty much all I got. Sorry.