tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14041973.post-34707444005127107952008-02-23T17:09:00.004-06:002008-02-23T17:34:17.345-06:00Lovely Wife and I took a walk this morning -- it's her birthday. We stopped in a little gift-bookstore and I fell in love with a little book I found there, <a href="http://smithmag.net/sixwords/" target="new"><span style="font-style: italic;">Not Quite What I was Planning</span>,</a> published by the on-line magazine <span style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://www.smithmag.net/" target="new">Smith</a>.</span> Inspired by (the possibly apocryphal ) Ernest Hemmingway's famous six-word story, "For sale: baby shoes. Never worn," the book is a collection of six-word memoirs submitted by what must have been thousands of readers and writers. They range from the cute to the funny to the poignant. Here are a few of my favorites:<br /><blockquote>Born, childhood, adolescence, adolescence, adolescence, adolescence.<br /><br />It's like forever, only much shorter.<br /><br />Tequila. Amnesia. Coincidence? I think not.<br /><br />It was embarrassing, so don't ask.<br /><br />Followed white rabbit. Became black sheep.<br /><br />Thank God I lived through Vietnam.<br /><br />I'm ten, and have an attitude.<br /><br />Never really finished anything, except cake.<br /><br />Did I miss a deadline again?<br /><br />Many risky mistakes, very few regrets.<br /><br />Started small, grew, peaked, shrunk, vanished.<br /><br />Thank god the suicide attempt failed.</blockquote>Paul Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03483071863453025925noreply@blogger.com