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I just drove through a town so small their tallest building is a storage shed.  – Quinn Quacks

 The early bird catches the worm. But who wants a worm? – Quinn Quacks

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Rix Quinn – Nursery rhyme re-visit

     As I get older, I try to learn something every day. That’s not always possible, because some days I just watch reruns.

     I’m not alone in this mission. My friend Lucas spent months trying to read deeper meanings into old nursery rhymes.

    For instance, “Incy Wincy Spider climbed up the water spout. Down came the rain, and washed the spider out. Out came the sun, and dried up all the rain. And Incy Wincy Spider climbed up the spout again.”

     Lucas claims this is about perseverance. Spider is determined to get to the top.

     My question is: Why would this arachnid keep re-climbing? Thirst? Higher quality insects to trap at the top? Better access to the web?

     Here’s one of my favorites: “A wise old owl sat in an oak. The more he heard, the less he spoke. The less he spoke the more he heard. Why aren’t we all like that wise old bird?”

     Seriously, this is great advice. Yesterday in the cafeteria, I listened. Here’s what I heard.

     Two older golfers discussed a particularly difficult sand trap. At the next table, a group of ten gathered to hear their company’s income report.

     Then, amidst this drudgery, two twenty-somethings sitting next to me – obviously dating – talked about their upcoming weekend in detail.

     Much like the owl, for the first two conversations I didn’t give a hoot.

     But that last dialog was so spicy I felt out of my chair trying to hear. But I just told the couple I had a balance problem.

     Want another nursery song? “If you’re happy and you know it clap your hands. If you’re happy and you know it, and you really want to show it, if you’re happy and you know it clap your hands.”

     I tried this walking downtown last Saturday. Any time I suddenly felt happy, I started clapping.

     This attracted two other clappers with alternative rhythms, a harmonica player, a juggler, and a dog that walked on its back legs.

    We open next Thursday night at the civic center.

    Got a story idea for Rix? E-mail him at rix@rixquinn.com.