Amy Writes

A local mall is hosting "The Big People Spelling Bee." I love Spelling Bees. I love movies about Spelling Bees . One time, I won a Spelling Bee. I even got to go to the District Championship or something, but I got kind of bored in the middle and left. Mainly because it was at the County Fair, and who wants to sit inside with a bunch of spelling kids when there are rides to be ridden and funnel cakes to be eaten? I meet the requirements - that is, I am a great speller and I am over 21. And I'm a fan of the Literacy Coalition . At least, I think I am. I'm all for literacy. But am I all for standing up in the middle of the mall and spelling my heart out? Alone? I need a spelling buddy. Anyone in?

Earlier this week, we went to the park. This is your typical East Ft. Lauderdale park, populated by Nannies and kids with names like "Kennedy." (which I happen to think is a really cool name). I'm sure if we were to sell all the cars in the parking lot, we could feed a small impoverished nation. In spite of its glittering social scene, we love this park. Having grown up playing Tee Ball in these fields and tennis on these courts, I feel at home here. I feel a sense of belonging. A sense of oneness with this acreage in the middle of town. I feel, a little bit, like I own this place. Until Tuesday. On Tuesday, as I packed up the car I noticed that the car next to me had received a glossy postcard shoved into the driver's window. "European Spa & Wax." I checked my window to remove my postcard before I closed the door, but - no postcard. I checked the ground so I could keep from littering, but didn't see it. I assumed, at this point, that the car next to...

This time, I got a picture. Look carefully. That is, indeed, a guy riding a unicycle west on Commercial Blvd.

A local insurance company has a marquee outside its building that usually has sayings like "Merry CHRISTmas" and "Pray for our Troops." So, you can imagine my confusion when I read today's inspirational message: "Good things come to he who hustles while he waits."