Thoughts inspired by the umbrella
Sydney has been awfully rainy this winter and spring, which means there's been a plethora of umbrellas making their way about town. Yesterday was one such of these umbrella days, and I found myself swinging the umbrella to and fro as I walked home. Sydney umbrellas are not the little shooka umbrellas where you press the button and they shooka right on out to protect you from the rain. Sydney umbrellas are the old man umbrellas that you could use as a walking stick--there's no shrinking those suckers! And, well, they need to be because when it rains here, it's usually accompanied by wind. And the little shooka umbrellas get rocked by the wind and have a tendency to break and fall apart. Hence the proliferation of old man umbrellas. This city is a bustling city with lots of walkers on the streets, which means that when it's raining outside and everyone has a giant old man umbrella, you have to be careful. I'm conscious sidewalk walker at the best of times, trying to ...