Over the weekend, my brother Adam accidentally struck a deer while returning from work at night. I know how difficult such an event can be because I killed a young buck in Shenandoah eight years ago. The poor creature jumped from a ditch by a small bridge and hit the corner of my vehicle. He staggered about fifty feet before he collapsed, apparently from brain damage. I inspected his lifeless body and found no visible trauma. It was awful. He was the only mammal that I have ever caused to die. I have also hit a low flying bird on the highway in the Sonoma Valley, and I crushed a toad with a garage door—both unintentionally. I only ever aim to kill “enemy species” among insects such as mosquitoes, house flies, scale insects, and pest cockroaches. Even then, I sometimes feel remorse—but usually I just relish sweet revenge.
Anyway, Adam’s incident reminds me to post an ever memorable Y94 radio segment with Donna from Fargo:
It is understandable to doubt Donna’s sincerity. If the call is a hoax, it is brilliant comedy. Fortunately (for us smirkers, though perhaps not for the gene pool), Donna seems to be legit based on my internet sleuthing. Moreover, I think that we can all think of several episodes involving ourselves and those whom we know where gaps in “common knowledge” are glaring. Stupidity happens to us all at times, and this was Donna’s moment.
In yesterday’s post, the selection that I copied from Mr. Brown Thumb mentioned Caine’s Arcade. If you did not follow the provided Caine’s Arcade link, you may wish to do so. Evidently, the story went “viral” this past spring.
A little boy named Caine Monroy decides to build his own video arcade at the front of his father’s automobile parts store in Los Angeles. He uses boxes and random supplies from his father’s business along with old toys to construct his own games. Unfortunately, the father does most of his business online; so he gets very little in store customer traffic. Nonetheless, the boy waits patiently for patrons while he improves his arcade. Then, a man named Nirvan Mullick who happens to be a documentary filmmaker finds the joint while buying a car part, plays in the arcade, and decides to make a short film. He uses social media to invite all the S.W.P.L. adventurers in L.A. to Caine’s arcade. Voilà—a great story, a fun afternoon for Etsy-shopping, community oriented do-gooders, and a claim to fame for a savvy philosophy grad. director. Either the director or Caine’s father (or both) have had the good business sense for Caine to profit from the episode. Caine now has an impressive educational fund that will pay for his schooling in a decade as well as program offers from prestigious schools. A foundation is matching all funds donated for Caine’s future education to establish a scholarship fund for other youth. The film has also inspired creative programs around the world to get children to construct their own arcades—Caine and Mullick are proselytizers for engineering. The New Yorker offers more about the story in “The Perfect Moment Goes Perfectly Viral.” Human beings can be pretty cool.