Extemporaneous musings, occasionally poetic, about life in its richly varied dimensions, especially as relates to history, theology, law, literature, science, by one who is an attorney, ordained minister, historian, writer, and African American.
Monday, October 15, 2018
DUCK!
DUCK!
"Duck! Indeed duck!" I cried .
Our river canoe's slow meandering float down that Ozarks stream had
quietly encountered "turbulence."
Safety-vested, and accompanying another Missouri lawyer, on our annual Bar's float trip, I felt secure.
I was ready for spates of choppy water. But not for threatening low-lying tree limbs was I prepared. So.
Ever one to be prudent I cried again loudly cried: "Duck! Indeed duck!"
My fellow passenger and our boat's pilot burst out with laughter. I even laughed at myself, somewhat. But I recognize peril when I see it, and I give it wide berth, whenever I do!
I ducked! They did too! We made it!