Once upon a visit to Melbourne I was walking down the main street when what should I see? You guessed it. Carriages! Big carriages, little carriages, old carriages like new. "Want a ride?" asked the man. "But I don't have any mice or pumpkins," my muted reply. "Not a problem," he said. How much I was thinking to sit in that carriage and ride through the night. He read my thoughts and suggested, "Fifty dollars for you." Off to the ATM and back in a flash with a fistful of cash. Too bad Cinderella didn't have the same options. I sat and grinned as we travelled that night, up the street, round the block and back to the start. This picture a memory that story book fantasies are better when true.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Some Days You Just Get Lucky
Once upon a visit to Melbourne I was walking down the main street when what should I see? You guessed it. Carriages! Big carriages, little carriages, old carriages like new. "Want a ride?" asked the man. "But I don't have any mice or pumpkins," my muted reply. "Not a problem," he said. How much I was thinking to sit in that carriage and ride through the night. He read my thoughts and suggested, "Fifty dollars for you." Off to the ATM and back in a flash with a fistful of cash. Too bad Cinderella didn't have the same options. I sat and grinned as we travelled that night, up the street, round the block and back to the start. This picture a memory that story book fantasies are better when true.
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