I like writing.  I like hoping that my words reach some people.  I like fantasizing that some of my thoughts will outlive me in the reader.

And then there’s the elbow bone …

I love a particular bone.  Here’s a photo:

It’s not the pointy one.  It’s the prominent one between this person’s thumb and first finger.

I watch people wearing short sleeves.  Every one of them has this bone, proudly displayed.  I bet it’s attached to an entire skeleton!

Why does this bone thrill me, you ask.  I have no idea … and no interest in probing a spasm of analysis about it.  The whole subject of bones underneath skin leaves me thoughtless.

However, I appear to be writing about it.

Why? … Who cares?

When? … Every day when elbows are displayed

Who? … Eight billion human beings

Sixteen billion elbow bones

Us