Ahhh, Cicadas... Arizona is home to the most diverse population of cicadas in the country. If you don’t live in cicada country here’s what you are missing: Every 17 years a cicada climbs out of the ground and becomes an insect instead of a larvae. It climbs a tree and then begins making a rattling popping noise to attract a mate…something on the order of Eminem’s songs done by a mariachi band. Apparently this is a fairly sophisticated process involving a number of differing love songs all played on the abdomen of the cicada. Meanwhile, the cicadas are sucking on sap and then peeing it out on unsuspecting passers by who may be walking under their favorite deciduous tree wondering what that delightful mist is in the mid-summer heat.
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When I was a kid, I didn’t get an allowance. I was told if I wanted money, I would need to work for it. Occasionally, there were things to do around my house that my parents would grant a quarter or two for me to complete, but generally I was expected to go elsewhere to earn money to help ease the economic burden on the family. My first job was washing pots and pans in a bakery at age ten. I didn’t like it and was only subbing for a friend who did it regularly. Then I subbed on his corner selling the evening newspaper. I would run out into the traffic lane at red lights and hawk the paper to drivers and hopefully complete my transactions before I got run over by commuters drag racing off the line at the green light. Often I got stiffed by drivers who took the paper and then said they didn’t have the money when the light changed. It wasn’t the perfect job either. |
Greg
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