Yankee Doodle went to town,
A-Riding on a pony;
He stuck a feather in his hat,
And called it macaroni.
On the way to work this morning, I saw a bum walking by. He was wearing a baseball cap in which he had stuck a handfull of pigeon feathers to form a sort of crown or American Indian headdress. For the record, he didn't look American Indian.
Not sure what this means yet but thinking about it hurts my brain! I consider this a good thing. The day I see this kind of thing and it doesn't bother me, you can stick a fork in me 'cause I'll be done and done.
Here's a hint. If you can't tell the loons from the sane people anymore, its that you've crossed over into the loon camp!
Here's to Yankee Doodle