Hey look, I rescued more pencils!

(translation: “Hey look, I bought another bag of junk at SAVERS!”)

They aren’t bags of junk, though. They’re bags of wonder.

For example, I wonder, “Who were the Wissahickons?”

And I wonder, “Can I find out who the Wissahickons are without going on the internet?”

[We interrupt this program to bring you an Update on the Situation:

I asked one of my well-travelled guitar students if he knew anything about the Wissahickon tribe and he told me he thought were probably from the Pennsylvania region.

A few days later I ran into this unlikely title at a Goodwill store…

Close one. I’ll have to keep my eyes out. We now return you to your regularly scheduled programming…]

I wonder, “What sport, and where, and when, did the Wissahickon Trojans play?”

I wonder, “Are they from around here (Southern New Hampshire)?”

I wonder, “How and why did someone end up with all of these Wissahickon Trojans pencils?”

I wonder, “Why did they have exactly fifty Wissahickon Trojans pencils?”

(As I counted them, I was hoping it wouldn’t be an even number. Odd numbers are funnier. It would have been funnier if there were 49 of them. It would have been a lot funnier if there were 47. I wonder, “Why is 47 funnier than 50?”)

And I wonder, “Why would anyone would donate fifty perfectly good pencils to SAVERS?”

I wonder, “Do they think they’ll never have a use for a nice blue pencil again?”

“How is that even possible?” I wonder.