Our evening Bow Tie o’ the Day had a slip-and-fall moment on our walk. This photo is more evidence that head wounds gush buckets o’ blood. Once upon a time, on a morning in 1969, when I went to Head Start for preschool out at the old Hinckley school, Tom Ashby and I zipped off the cheese bus and up the school’s front steps. Suddenly, I tripped. THUD and KABLOOEY! My noggin loudly hit a step, and—upon seeing the lake of my blood—Tom screamed to the bus driver, “Call the ambulance! Eileen cracked her brain open!” 🤕 But I was either fine, or the skull-on-the-sidewalk event explains my Tie O’ The Day Brain. Note: Tom always made us fantastilicious peanut butter and jelly sammiches. 🍞🥜
