Sandy's ponderings

The Haiku writing Unicyclist

We stopped at the local coffeehouse/bakery today and ran into a friend of our 18 year old. He had a nifty Haiku he had written about his mom's moon flowers posted on a board near the counter. He began telling me about his Christmas gift, a unicycle.

Why, you ask? Because he knows I ride a unicycle...I learned after I got it for Christmas in 1973! Did you know that?