The Trouble With Popcorn

Had Hemmingway written a description of the weekend weather for Saturday Live, chances are exceptional the script would not have included a day like the one we had. Birds chirping, cheers from the football stadium, the ARRGH sounds from the Townsquare Media Pirate Cove made for a perfect day.

Except for one thing. When all is packed. When all is picked up. Pioneer Park is abandoned except for the birds, the squirrels, and the disc golf players, what happens to this.


Its the popcorn left behind. Dirty, rancid, chewed on, spit out, left for dead kernels of America's bountiful harvest of corn. Popcorn. What happens afterwards to this noble food? Fortunately, I was able to observe exactly what happened, when a child in a stroller came upon this space.


Note the kernels are in reach to a two year old, who is not strapped in tightly. And while mom isn't looking.

Bam! Problem solved! Although I'm not so sure who would be responsible for the medical bill should the little one get sick from his meal.

Don't let council know, or we'll probably get another committee, vote, and a new nuisance law.