

Today I randomly opened Circumstances of Childhood to Page 159. With eyes closed, I pointed to the page. The word closest to my finger is “meetings.” That is our prompt.
Meetings by John W. Howell © 2025
“How many meetings have we had on this?”
“Oof. Seems like a 100.”
“You would think someone would make up their mind.”
“I know, right?”
“I mean, how hard is it to make a decision on when to kick off the trip?”
“If it were up to me, that decision would have already been made.”
“Yeah, me, too.”
“So when is the meeting?”
“The boss said at eight.”
“Well, I guess we’d better get over there.”
“I have an idea.”
“Will it help?”
“I think it will help us.”
“Okay, shoot.”
“Why don’t we just decide and then take off?”
“Are you crazy?”
“What? We have done the same thing every year. We know the way.”
“Leave without the flock?”
“Come on. Be brave, Buck O. What’s the worst that could happen?”
“Without the flock, we could become exhausted and not make it.”
“You really think that old ‘wind beneath my wings’ thingy has merit.”
“I do. Also, it is a tradition. Flying in formation, honking, and pooping. It is what Canadian geese do.”
“Sheesh. I guess we’d better get going or we’ll be late for the meeting, eh?”

















