A walking chalkboard, and how I lost my mind.

The other day I saw a walking chalkboard during my sabbatical at East. An oblong, dark -greenish piece of slate, with two hands grasping above and below, and two skinny legs carrying its bulky form down the stairs below.

I stood up to better gaze upon this phenomenon, then left the desk to watch, open-mouthed, as the chalkboard carefully picked its way down the granite steps.

Then the chalkboard rounded a corner and turned, revealing the skinny, be-spectacled man (the owner of the skinny legs, mind you) carrying a large mounted map of the Lewis and Clark Expedition.

It seems my bemused gaze had turned on a hapless janitor, setting up the new exhibit in Special K. And I had temporarily lost my mind.

The End.