A Little Late Night Musing (And By the Way, I Hope Elaine Is a Good Sport.)

This is a photograph of Elaine Lennox. I’m not too sure that I know her but somehow we must be “facebook friends” because I open facebook and there she is with photographs of herself smiling in front of all kinds of backgrounds. Sometimes she’s with other smiling people. 

Below her pictures, friends write little messages to Elaine and I don’t seem to know any of these people either; they write about things and places and all I can do is shrug my shoulders.  This happens to me a lot on facebook. 

One of her facebook friends asks if this picture was taken in Cleveland. Why? I know that Elaine lives in Rochester but does she spend a lot of time in Cleveland? Or did she take a trip there recently? Good lord, I hope it wasn’t health related!  You know, Cleveland Clinic and all. Poor Elaine.   

Maybe Elaine has relatives who live there…grandchildren even. I have a real live friend who has grandchildren in Cleveland that she visits all the time but she never posts interesting pictures of anything on facebook - not even pictures of her grandchildren and certainly no pictures of herself even if she did happen to stand in front of a wall covered in writing.

But maybe my friend hasn’t come across THIS wall yet.This happens to be a way cool wall. This is what we could call an inter-active wall because who wouldn’t want to add to the sentence “I want to…”

How cool would it be to take time-lapse photographs of this wall as it fills with all kinds of writing? Or even better, hide in a bush and if a little kid writes “….go to the zoo” (for instance), you could jump out of the bush and say “This is your lucky day! I’m taking you to the zoo!” 

Or maybe rich people in the community could take turns making wishes come true from the wall but somebody else would need to hide in the bushes. I’m pretty sure rich people wouldn't want to do that part.  So you’d need a hidden camera somewhere; these things could be worked out.

Before we go any further with this wall thing, there’s bound to be somebody who said “what do we do about INAPPROPRIATE writing on the wall?” to which I think you just need to retort (don’t you love “retort?”) “There’s ALREADY inappropriate things written on walls in this city…maybe in this very neighborhood. Don’t sweat it.” 

(Unless what’s written is violent in which case it’ll all be on camera and the police can grab the miserable bastard but I hope they don't shoot the person. People are getting shot for less you know.) 

The bigger problem: where do you keep the chalk?

If I ever meet Elaine Lennox, first I’ll say “I hope you’re feeling better.” Then I’ll ask her did she write something on the wall?  

Maybe she can tell me where they kept the chalk.