Once in a blue moon
“Don’t let it happen again,” she admonished, wagging a finger in my face. “Walter is an institution!” “I’ll do my best,” I sighed, hanging my head. “Once in a blue moon, I make a mistake.” Red-faced and ashamed of my blunder, I jumped into the truck and sped off, before anyone else had a chance to call me names and bring attention to the fact that I’m not infallible. Hopefully, Egner will forgive me; otherwise I’ll blame it on the dog. Not wishing to repeat my error and omit anyone else, I’ll write about folk singer Jay Mankita and his afternoon with the kids last Sunday under separate cover. Look for it in the Arts and Leisure section at www.riverreporter.com.