This morning I saw the funniest thing: young geese learning to fly in formation. A flock of them came swooping over our deck, heading south, honking and squawking like crazy. When I looked up I saw the leader in what should have been the point of the V. But the entire rest of the flock, instead of trailing behind in two single-file lines, was off to his (or her) right in one giant clump, wings un-synchronized, each seemingly yelling at the other, “You’re out of position, Dude!” Their leader/coach (no doubt rolling his eyes) made them circle back around to the north to practice again, as if to say, “No one is going anywhere for the winter until you straighten up and fly right!”
On another flying note, last night I saw the musical Wicked (The Untold Story of the Witches of Oz). It’s based on the novel by Gregory Maguire and written by Winnie Holzman, who wrote three excellent TV series: “My So Called Life,” “Once and Again” and “thirtysomething.” As someone known amongst friends to see both sides of arguments, situations and stories (albeit irritating to the PO’d friend telling the story), I felt oddly vindicated that someone saw the Wicked Witch’s side. Even if it is fiction.
