It reminded me that one day in the early 80's I was strolling down the street in my neighborhood of Capitol Hill and there, on the sidewalk I found a Gumby.
It made the rest of my day a very happy one and when I got home, I put him on the mantle.
Later that evening I was having my weekly catch-up phone call with my older brother Mike the pothead. I mentioned having found Gumby earlier in the day, and there was a pause. "Are you making that up?" Mike asked, a little spooked. When I asked him why on earth I would think to make something like that up, he told me that earlier that day, in Jacksonville, Fl. mind you, He Found A Pokey!
Thank you Mr. Clokey.