I’ve been slumming the web again.
I hadn’t a thing to search for, but did have the time waiting for the ground to dry enough to work out doors.
I even went far enough to find suggestions to create and write about on a blog.
One of the suggestions was an ‘ever popular’ thing; lists.
Top this, top that, of tens and fifties.
I mulled that one over a bit and rejected it. My imagination supported only one subject that hadn’t been compiled (and I’ll probably find it published soon).
So. Sitting there staring at the screen I mentally started my list:
- Coon scat
- Cow pies
- Rabbit droppings
- deer pellets
- . . . .
You see how it goes. A hundred names for the same thing. Or what amounts to the same thing.
The idea of lists seems popular to be sure, I woke this morning with the idea stuck in my mind. Couldn’t shake it. I know that humans, especially women, prefer a general word that everyone knows refers to what one is talking about but has a certain gentility to it, not a succinct all descriptive noun.
So be it.
I thought about these lists for a bit mowing the back yard. I thought maybe a simple list of all the deaths of any NASCAR driver, on the track, in an actual race, not practice. Just in a race.
You know, what with all the hoopla about how dangerous the sport is, I though why not?
So I’m going to doo a little research on the web – after lunch, maybe even today. I don’t believe the list will be very long at all. Not really.
From the reaches,