Special Talents

I have found an amazing new use for my misspent youth.  Who would have ever thought that those hours after school and all summer long in front of the TV would yield anything beyond a head full of useless trivia?  I’m still waiting for the call from Jeopardy, but until then I’ve put my head to good use.

One of The Bandit’s most frequently requested bed time songs is “Gilligan’s Island”.  How funny is that?  And, really, how sad is it that I know all three verses by heart?  Also, I can sing the songs from School House Rock.  That should come in handy when Sassy starts learning about bills in government and conjunctions in English class. 

I can also tell you the addresses of several local establishments by heart just because I can recite the darn commercials of my youth:   “Szechuan Omi Restaurant, 2601 “Esa”  Speedway. Just one block “Esa” Tucson Blvd.  Come in – Try it.  I know you try it, you will like it” (I tried to write the accent because that’s the way I hear it in my head)

Of course, none of this is important in the great scheme of things.  And most importantly, it’s not keeping Thomas & Francesca apart so they can get back together, and Dalton and Olivia are still messing around before the wedding.  I have a lot of plotting and writing to do.  Instead, that idiot Gilligan is running around in there and he has no business what so ever in Regency England.  In fact, I’m pretty sure that either Thomas or Dalton would kick his ass if he showed up.