MY BROTHER, SMILING BUD, KNOWS EVERYTHING.

Tuesday morning with its cold air that holds the promise of winter is here. Two more days till Turkey Day. I want to run out in the streets and holler,"Run little turkeys, run for your life's." But alas I think I am months too late for saving them. I am sure they all met their demise months ago and have been safely frozen away for Thanksgiving. Bless all their hearts for their great sacrifice.

Yesterday I was quite proud of myself. Very happy. As I have written before it takes very little to make me happy these days. But truly I was stoked. I had learned where the phrase, "Once in a blue moon," comes from. I learned how we get an extra full moon very two or three years. I felt so very smart. I felt like I knew something many others didn't. I wrote the Blog about this so I could spread my new found wisdom around. I felt so smart.

I called my sister before six. I read her my Blog. She gushed, "Oh I didn't know that. I'm so happy to learn something new." I felt even smarter after I talked to her. For now my sister knew something she hadn't known before. Thanks to me.

The morning wore on. I thought about calling my brother,"Smiling Bud". Just maybe he didn't know all this wealth of information. Something inside of me said don't call. "Smiling Bud," knows everything. Surely not I argued with myself. I smiled thinking how good it would feel to ask him a question he couldn't answer. I dialed his number. Smiling as the phone rang.

"Bud," I said quickly when he answered the phone. I went into my spiel about the Blue moon and what it meant. To my horror he started rattling off the facts. Including some I hadn't even read. He spoke of how every so often they had to recalculate the time and there would be extra minutes and so forth. Then every few years there was a extra full moon. I shook my head in disbelief. He had did it again. Upstaged me.

"How long have you known all this?" I asked. He laughed. "Oh I don't think I knew it when I was born," he said. "Oh no," I thought. "But probably since you were two."I knew better than to think I could get one over on my brother. I cursed the day he was born before me and took some of my smarts. I also believe I should have been a singer and he took that too. But I gotta love him no matter if he is smarter than me.

I stop at the corner in Blogland. Reaching down into my ever trusty pocket I pull out the words that I have stuffed down deep. They are wrinkled and slightly torn. "Smiling Bud," is neater than me too. I toss them up and watch as they float away. Gone into the deep recess's of cyberspace once again. I turn towards home. I am wearing a dunce cap this morning. It shifts on my head. Bad enough I have to wear this but it keeps trying to slide off. I betcha Bud never had to wear a dunce cap. Maybe I need ribbon to tie it on. I'll look for one when I get home. But for now, I'm outta here.