There once was a Friday in Syracuse.

He woke up on a Friday morning very early. He said to himself, I haven't had a real meal all week and he began to think about his beautiful family. How nice it would be to know that during his 14 hour day they were thinking of him and fighting over who would him invite him for dinner sometime this evening.

He looked to his dog, Baby, and said, we can use a really nice Friday night with loved ones. Baby put her head on the table and sighed. She communicated how much she'd love to be picked up on Friday morning and have a day at the pool. He thought, hmmm, if she was picked up, perhaps a bag of his running items could be picked up, too. He left these items at the front door, just in case his story's chapters were true.

Then he thought about Karen who is his mother's friend and who also joined Facebook recently. He wondered if she wanted to provide wine and pretend Bryan was Brad Pitt.

Then he remembered that he saw nice cactus plants on sale at Price Chopper and he remembered how his Aunt Bobbie gave him two beautiful cacti plants when she moved away from Kentucky to Vegas nights. He loved those cacti but because of space issues he had to leave them with friends in Louisville. He had a dream that someone bought him one of these Syracuse cacti so he could remember his bluegrass days. He displayed the plant proudly in his Central, New York home.

He then left for the day and went to work to sing Whitney Houston's I Believe the Children are the Future. He tried to teach them well and lead the way, so they could find all the beauty they possessed inside.

He left the rest to destiny and quirky fate. THE END.