Eccentricity

Once, while involved in a parlor game,

my second wife was asked to describe

me in a word. “Eccentric” she told the

other players, not bothering to look

directly at me. Kind of made sense,

though. Had often wondered why I

always rolled downhill lopsided while

others went round and round much more

concentrically. No wonder I was never

the first to reach bottom. I suppose I’ve

lived my life that way, never in first place

and motivated ever so slightly out of round.

Imagine a grand prix racer driving his

formula one car with a flat tire. Floppity-

floppity-flop, man, that would be me.

Eccentric, huh? A lot better, I suppose, than

the sorry son-of-a-bitch my first wife often

made me out to be.

Chris Hanch 11-7-19