Thanksgiving day

It is ironic that such a great nation only needs one day to give thanks. To me it is just another day. I give thanks every day. For what? Having had the opportunity to stand in one spot ( and wiggle around) (Jerry Lee Lewis?) with the clothes on my body being the only things I owned. It was a bullfrog blues moment.

Here is how my day began. I woke up under my eucalyptus tree and headed to work, the Target store at the corner of Balboa and Nordoff. I went in feeling good and kicked ass. My supervisor walked into a jewelry lock up, and as soon as she was in I clicked the pad lock. "Open it up" I heard, not just from her, but also this roop scoop from the loading dock.
"Man, I don't have the key, its in there with her!"
"Do you want to get fired?"
"No, I quit!"

Statistically I was fired, which meant I could get my check right then.
I did.
I walked by my old home, Dearborn Park, and on up to my tree. Half way there I did the pocket check. No keys or spare change in the front pockets. Back pockets were empty as well.
WHAT?
Oh yeah, the slit in my back pocket.
My wallet and last check!
180 double time.
Retrace steps...blank pads.

Thats life. Alright. Walk up to the tree.
Where's my back pack?

Gone!

Bullfrog Blues moment. LAughing just to keep from crying.
How could you not laugh!?!

Now thats FREEWHEELIN'dom