I was excited to finally get a legitimate comment from a reader this morning that wasn’t someone I already knew. I have been writing this blog for almost five years and before I recently added an Akismet anti-spam plug-in on the site, it was impossible to keep up with those parasites trying to tag along for the ride. All the hundreds of comments seemed to be links to other sites. Now, I get only a few comments, indicating that my readership is sadly limited. However, this project is really more for personal therapy, so I continue to make it a daily habit.

I wrote the post well over a year ago about numbers (See Post #1380) and the fact that I can still recite the patent number of the “lift for shower” lever in my childhood bath tub. I should mention that I don’t have a photographic memory, so I found it remarkable that I could still remember it after 55 years when I often can’t remember something from an hour ago. Apparently, this person experienced the same phenomenon and was kind enough to let me know that I was not alone. We are pair of “odd ducks” as he or she described it in the comment, but with all the time that we spend in the shower, particularly as teenagers, it’s not all that unbelievable. I also remember my phone number from that time as JA33158 and of course all the uniform numbers of my favorite athletes. 

With the internet, it’s amazing how time often stands still and that something you write years ago suddenly gets a comment like it was just written yesterday. I wonder how this person happened to stumble across this particular post when I had written 1,379 others before it and 469 after? Will they continue to follow me now that they know that “ducks of a feather flock together?” What other “oddities” do we have in common? My posts are often filled with strange, humorous behavior that only I can come up with. 

Speaking of odd ducks, I was out to dinner last night with my youngest granddaughter, age 3. We were at the nearby North Port restaurant, Blue Tequila, our first time to try it.  The lure was “Taco Tuesday” with each only a dollar, so I saw it as a good opportunity to take our family of seven out to dinner for a reasonable price. Instead, my wife and I were the only ones to take advantage of the special, so it was still over $100. The little one was eating beans and rice with her fingers with most of it around her mouth and nose, a sight to behold. Suddenly, she leaned over and licked the remnants off the table, horrifying her mother. I’m familiar with the Colonial’s famous “finger licking good” slogan, but I had never before  witnessed “table-licking good.”