Why Flying PIe? 

The idea comes from an image in the story line below. I call this piece:

 

"A Simple Story About An Old Guy Who Wishes On Luck".

Basically, a riff on a visual slap stick joke. The old guy spies a wallet loaded with cash laying on the side walk. As he bends over to pick it up, a pie thrown at him flies harmlessly over his head.

Who threw the pie? Who knows? Just part of life.

Now my beautiful partner, Sue, tells me that this old guy is not me. Hmmm...I don't quite agree. As a metaphor, my life has been filled with happen accident. So who am I to blow against the wind?