Today, Pumpkins, we float among the endless possibilities a convergence of ones presents – or elevens. Either way, it’s a singular numerological syncopation of astronomical proportions. Eleven is a Master Number. Living in the bosom of 3 of them, you can imagine the mood at numerology headquarters today. Uncork the Duck! The giddiness must be overwhelming.
It is not a wonder therefore that this day of all days brings us news of John Kirk’s latest exploit. No, despite the rumours, he isn’t going on tour. Porter packages picked personally by John are pending. Deluce spilled some of the beans, and we put 1 and 1 together. Yes, darhlings, Kirk is living the dream. If you can’t start an airline, start a tour operator.
On another front – and perhaps the most important of all – today we remember. We remember the thousands who ran towards sure death so that we may live. Remembering is the least and the most we can do.
