Naked and vulnerable, I see that she doesn't have a knife in her hands, and timidly say, "Yes?"
"Why does Harry Potter wear glasses?" she replies. "Still?"
Relieved I wasn't in trouble, I told her it was a dang good question, and she went off to work. Now, I suspect I know how my wife's mind works better than most people, but I still have no idea where this question came from. And it was a whopper. I gave it much more thought while in the shower (it turned out to be a very, very long shower).
One would think that being a wizard, weak vision would be one of the first things to go, right? I mean, come on, everyone knows spell are less risky than laser surgery.
But my thoughts took a turn for the dark (as so often happens). I'm glad we don't live in a world of wizards and sorcerers. From my own little Kansas backyard of the world, I'm envisioning a worse place than it already is.
It seems everyone owns a gun in Kansas these days, and they're not afraid to whip them out and wave 'em around if the feeling arises. But just imagine what would happen if a wizard got hacked off at some guy for nearly clipping him on the highway. I suspect even genteel Harry Potter is susceptible to a bit of road rage now and then. Instead of gunfire, though, it'd be POOF! The driver's a goldfish, thus causing further wreckage.
What if a wizard--even a good wizard--decided to do away with death and disease? We're looking at overpopulation, eventual pestilence, food shortages, worse than a Logan's Run scenario.
Undoubtedly, wizards would soon be running the world, rounding up we mere "muggles," separating us from our families with a giant wall to keep us out and...and...
Wait.
Since I'm on a drama-queen roll, please do check out the hysterical histrionics of Zach, a vapid male entertainment dancer (NOT a stripper!) and his put-upon sleuth sister (with four kids in tow), Zora. May as well begin at the first book in the series: Bad Day in a Banana Hammock.
