Wesley

"Sandy, imagine you're a fish in a fishbowl in the living room. The fishbowl is like our Earth. The living room is the universe. Some people, not being space-savvy, ignore the living room beyond the fishbowl." "Wesley, I'm ignorant, like many people."

"Sandy, the fishbowl is like our Earth. The fishbowl is in the living room. There may be other fishbowls in the living room, or even in the kitchen." "Wesley, you're trying to teach astronomy to an ignorant peasant like me."

Wesley was the handsome brown boy of my white ex-neighbour Bruce and his Filipino wife Nerria, on Lulu Island. Wesley did not look nerdy, but was the technical type, following his father. Bruce was very technical, as he fixed cars and other machines and we talked about radiation shielding for space travel. Nerria babbled about Roman Catholicism, which was her love of life.

His name is Wesley, not Wendy, and he's a boy, not a girl!

In the late morning today, I see my white neighbour Bruce Lawson in front of his yard, his son Wesley's brown puppy Gus being on a leash tied to a boat. Bruce says his Filipina wife Nerria just grabbed the puppy the other night, as the brownie ran away. Wesley and his white girlfriend are still in Peru. Bruce does not know their itinerary. He says, "They just want to be in a different country." Such reminds me that in the future, would different settled worlds—planets and moons—be like different countries? I have read lots of sci-fi that do postulate such. Today is the 15th of February of 2017.

"This is about as good as Wesley Willis." "That's high praise."