Fascinators can be people, too

Truthfully, I sat, trying to determine which famous person I wanted to write about.

Writers catch my attention, especially their quirks: Flannery O' Connor and her pea hen farm, William Butler Yeats and his occultism, Adele naming her hairpieces.

But I realized, fame has little to do with my interest in people; it's the strange/whimsical/freeness that attracts my interest.

I had a roommate who had a whole living room floor dance routine to Gogol Bordello's "Start Wearing Purple," and I'd be lying if I said the thought of it doesn't cheer me up instantly.

My friend Sara does an incredible Aaron Neville impression.

I met George H.W. Bush at our high school's dedication ceremony, and he did an impression of Dana Carvey's SNL impression of him. Bushception.

Several people I know in various professional fields (automotive, healthcare, law enforcement) write erotica. I've never READ their writing, mind you, but I know theoretically, it exists.

So, I delight in the unusual. The twists keep life interesting. And why not? It's too short for anything else.