When I was a kid a photographer used to come to our neighborhood every year with a pony . The idea was to let kids sit on the pony and their mommies would pay to have a picture taken . There is a picture somewhere of me and my brothers and sisters and a pony on our front lawn . I don’t remember who was up in the saddle . Maybe we all got to take turns , but then , ultimately , one of us is up there forever when the camera shutter snapped .
I was reminded of this recently because a friend of mine who is my age posted a picture of himself in New York City up on the back of a pony . I was on the other side of the country at the time . Maybe by the time his pony picture was taken our pony-photographer had quit . At some point in time he never came around again .
The Fuller Brush man kept coming around every year , though . He had a box of brushes and combs . My mother felt sorry for him and always bought some small item . It usually seemed to be a plastic comb , a big white plastic comb. Those combs lasted forever , too , even when you managed to somehow melt the end of them . There were six of us kids running around the house , so I suppose one of us found a way to melt the end of the Fuller Brush big white plastic comb . But the thing was still around for decades , brown melted end and all .
My family had a plastic pitcher-type thing with a melted- away edge , too . It was always on the corner of the bathtub so we could use it to pour water over our heads to rinse our hair and wash our backs . I think that one of my sisters has it now and is still using it . That gives it a half-life of about a million years . It may be around long after the upcoming nuclear winter ; the surviving cockroaches will be wondering , no doubt , what they should do with it .
At the risk of sounding like an old guy [I hear Ada saying : You are an old guy . My friend Ivan , my age too , calls the two of us old grey monkeys . ] , I will suggest that life was simpler when I was a kid . I’m not sure that I had the same perception when I was that kid ; but , as an old grey monkey , I want to believe for the moment that life was simple then . Let me have that silly thought for a few moments , please . You can share it if you like , if only for a few moments . We could call our short pause from more rational thought a pit stop . Soon enough we’ll all zoom back onto the track and into the race again .