I remember when I was young--5, 6, something like that--I wanted to be Jack Tripper. That's right, Jack Tripper, John Ritter's Character from Three's Company. I thought he was the absolute best. He was so funny, in that six year old way. He got hit a lot, and fell down a lot, and seemed confused a lot. And how could you not like that? I thought what a great job it would be if I could fall down, and make people laugh. I was pretty sure I could handle it. I mean, I may never have been able to hit the level of Jack Tripper, but I could fall down pretty darn well, if I do say so myself.

I played football this weekend for the first time in a long time. It was very muddy. I fell down a lot. it felt really really good. It makes me think of how the 5 year old zach knew all sorts of things that the 24 yeal old zach has forgotten. Like how good bananas taste when cut in thirds (especially the middle third). And how to spin out Big Wheels. And the joys of miniature parachute men.

Okay, that's the thought of the day. Damn wistful moments.