Random Thoughts: Morbidity to absurdity
My thumb and index finger are just about worn out from addressing Christmas cards. I love getting them and you know if you don't send some you won't receive any.
I suppose you have yours all in the mail and your packages all wrapped in beautiful Christmas paper and tied with lovely ribbons and bows.
I read two strange stories in the papers this week. One was about a gift shop in Las Vegas. Of all things, it is in the county coroner's office. They have a regular gift shop. The items run from humor to morbidity. How would you like to do your Christmas shopping there? There is a good side. The profits go to support a youth program.
I'm not a marine scientist but this story told by a lady deep-sea diver is rather unique. She says that the big game fish swim to a designated spot and opens its mouth wide and a school of little fish swim in and clean its mouth. The big fish doesn't eat them. After they finish that task they swim into the mouth of another large fish that has been waiting in line.
Do you suppose our dentist could put in a large tank full of water and we could get the same treatment? Some ambitious movie producer could make a picture by producing a documentary of this activity. I would go see it; wouldn't you?
— NORMA HANNAFORD
