Every time I encounter an air dancer my heart leaps. When driving on an errand, as we pass one by, it waves to me. Wishing I could dance like that, I wave back. My wife maybe thinks I’m silly (wacky?)—but I follow my delights wherever they lead me (within the law).

My earlier wacky air dancer essay is on my blog

(www.shepquest.wordpress.com). for July 12, 2016.

For those interested in inflated objects, see my ARTSY RATSY (9/18/19)

Now I have a mini wacky of my very own.

(Photo by Allison Morgan Bergmann)

I’VE NAMED HIM WACKY D.