Pot Luck

I remember when I was kid,  several times each year our church had what was called a "pot luck" dinner, or picnic, depending on the time of year. I always enjoyed these dinners, because as a growing boy, I could eat and eat. As the name indicates, one never knew what one would find at theses dinners, because each lady in the church would cook and bring whatever dishes that they wanted to.One could, however, be sure that there would be plenty to eat, and that there would always be an assortment of potato salad, (my favorite), fried chicken,(the good kind before the anti trans fat and grease ruined good food), cakes, pies, rolls, and on and on. In other words, it was kind of like unwrapping packages underneath the tree on Christmas morning.
Life is full of pot luck dinners, and one never knows what treasures they will find.

OK, I am getting sappy. The next thing you know I will be saying that life is like a box of chocolates.


Two days ago, I witnessed through my kitchen window one person's unexpected pot luck. The place right behind ours had a visit from the local police. Now, the police were there investigating something else, but they did search the young man, and sure enough, he had several small bags of pot on him. The cops did something that I did not expect to see. Instead of arresting the guy, they had him dump the bags on the ground, and in a little pool of rain water.


I watched the police cars pull out, and no sooner had they left than I saw someone from off the street dash to the place where the pot had been dumped, and scoop it up with a grin on his face like the cat who got the canary. I about split a gut laughing.


So, you see, one never knows when they will encounter luck, or like in this case, pot luck.