Today I posted the same story on two blogs I write for, tweaking it only slightly for the different audiences.
“Why are you being such a Lazy MacLazerson?” you ask.
Fair enough question (though you are rather bold coming right out with it like that). But laziness is not the reason I double posted. Oh, and for the sake of full disclosure, I should add that this story first appeared on The Master’s Artist way back in October of 2006.
So, now perhaps you’re wondering why, in this fifteen-minutes-of-relevance culture, I would resurrect a post that is so five years ago. To that I simply say, Ha! It’s not “so five years ago.” It’s actually so thirteen years ago. And part of it is so thirty-nine years ago. And another part is so sixty-nine years ago. But the truth is that some things remain relevant in spite of the passing tides of fashion, fad, and front-page news. And some things are worth repeating, especially if they make people (me) laugh out loud and simultaneously remind them (me) Who’s running this show.
So I tell this story again — a story that begins with that beloved, timeless, immortalized phrase that never fails to draw us in and awaken a sense of childhood wonder. You know the one I mean:
“The force is strong in my family. My mother has it. My husband and I both have it. And, bless their hearts, it’s pretty much epidemic in our children. The ‘force’ to which I’m referring is, of course . . .”
(You know you want to.)