”But Where do We Get a Dwarf?”
Bridget told me that a friend of hers, lets call him Mr. Ben R. from Chicago, is an occasional reader here. He made an observation along the lines of, “for someone who says how much she despises pop culture, your mom knows a lot about it.” Ouch. The truth hurts.

And there’s the dreadful matter of how much I have let the taint of pop culture infect my family. At this point, it’s pretty much out of my control. The collective intellect is no etch-a-sketch and their mind-set “is one doodle that can't be un-did.” Right?

Let me illustrate...
Yesterday we were talking about the summer solstice events at Stonehenge. I suggested a family friendly, manageable re-creation using the desktop Stonehenge set. And the only question raised is, “Don’t we need a dwarf? Or some sort of leprechaun?”

I think that the problem *may* have been, that there was a Stonehenge monument on the stage that was in danger of being *crushed* by a *dwarf*. Alright? That tended to understate the hugeness of the object.

Oh, Benjamin, you are so right.
And if you happen to be in the Knoll-hood, do drop in. Just watch out for the sinkhole.