April 25, 2005
No Class
It's true -- I have no class.
Years ago we were cleaning out old boxes and came across three small trolls. The girls thought they were, ummm, I don't know. But they were going to toss them into the trash so I rescued them and took them to work. One was affixed to the dashboard of my truck to ward off evil spirits, gremlins, while the other two stood guard over my desk.
A year or so later the two on the desk were joined by a third troll, a bit smaller, with snarls in his hair. Where he came from I do not know. No one claimed responsibility, I didn't ask. I gave up questioning where things originate that appear on my desk.
A year or so later I got my Suzuki Savage. Others' have gremlin bells on their bikes. I have a troll that was given to me anonymously. He stands on my front fender fearlessly facing forward. He is mounted on a magnet. Wendy said "good -- makes it easy for someone to steal him." I replied, "How much do you want to bet no one will?"