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".

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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.

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

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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?

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