The Tale of Ty
So our favorite ’personal care assistant’ from our thanksgiving trip to the hospital is back. Her name is Ty and she is one of the nicest people- possibly ever. Alisha and I have talked about Ty several times since that trip and multiple times over the weekend at the hospital. We ran into her in the hallway during of one Alisha’s multiple laps around the floor, and of course she remembered us and wanted to know how we are doing, because she is so nice.
She got me thinking about a few things this morning. First and most importantly, about how much I enjoyed the cartoon Shirt-Tales when I was a kid. The character I identified with the most was Tyg the Tiger (I thought it was Ty, but fortunately my prior research on the topic corrected me). They were a bunch of crime-fighting animals that lived in a tree in Oak Tree Park who spent their time hiding their true identity to the park ranger Mr. Dinkle. The neat thing about the Shirt Tales gang was that they all wore shirts which flashed various brightly lit messages reflecting the characters’ thoughts. Clearly this was a great Saturday morning television show and would make an even better movie (don’t steal my idea, hollywood).
The other thing I spent time thinking about was how I wished I had a shirt that told my thoughts. When Alisha and I would debate what to have for dinner (like we do every night), she would know that I really don’t want white turkey spaghetti but what I really want is a juicy bacon cheeseburger.
*Gift Idea Alert*… a T-shirt that says juicy bacon cheeseburger on it.
Then I started thinking about what my T-shirt really would say if I was one of the Shirt Tales. Well, I think don’t like this idea anymore. Sometimes my truth is easy to hide.
