“You’ll be lookin’ for him in the broom grass and he’ll be sneakin’ up on you in the water.”
–Woody of The Wren’s Nest
Today I sat in the steamy heat of a West End Victorian garden and listened to the folktale of Brer Alligator, who didn’t know what trouble was but decided it couldn’t be as bad as his comrade Brer Rabbit said. Right ….
Sometimes we take risks because we are convinced we’re untouchable. But of course, we’re touched by everything we experience, and the scars we collect–from Escape Artistry and from all else–are usually worth the lessons that go along with them. I mean, if Brer Alligator hadn’t caught on fire and earned those bumps, we could hardly call him an alligator at all.
Did I mention how much I have come to enjoy Gator Bites?