Yesterday in Cincinnati, it was a balmy 60 degrees. (Sorry for all of you folks in the Northeast who got pounded by the snow!) The neighborhood kids were outside - in my backyard - with picks and shovels.
I looked out my window and watched them dig a hole in the middle of my yard while Schultz supervised. What the heck are those kids up to? I thought.
I had to find out.
"Excuse me," I said. "What are you guys doing?"
"Digging a hole," one of the kids answered.
Well, that was pretty obvious. "Okay," I said. "Let me rephrase this. Why are you digging a hole in the middle of my backyard?"
My daughter spoke up. "We were going to make a lake, but we figured that would be too big."
She continued. "So then we thought we'd make a creek, but the hill is kind of in the way."
"We finally decided to make a wishing well so we could make some money for our fundraiser."
Well, that's just brilliant. So, ladies and gentlemen, if you'd like to stop by my pad and throw some coins in the new wishing well in the middle of my yard, please feel free to do so. I'm sure it would be greatly appreciated!