I’m a palindrome. A silly game on Facebook has you write your age backwards, swap letters and consonants in your name—things like that. That is when I realized that I am a palindrome,agewise, and so I am made neither older nor younger by transposing the digits. Even worse, for the next three years, transposing the digits makes me older, much older.
My husband is a palindrome too, but namewise, not agewise. Bob: forward, backward, the same letters end up in the same places as they do in names like Hannah, Ava, Emme, Eve, Viv, Iggi, Nan, Navan, Otto and Pip. Does being a palindrome give you special characteristics? I think there’s dissertation in there, somewhere. Worth some research, anyway.
This is the way my mind works when I begin writing. I am temporarily captured by a thought about random things like palindromes, child faith healers, the Orphan Train, the Tamiami Trail, Vanishing Twin Syndrome, tramp steamers, hobos and riding the rails. I research my random thought and then I iinsert my random thought and its research into a story, a novel, a newspaper column, or even a blog. I once spent an hour researching Miracle Spring Water and the scamming evangelist who promotes it as a free gift to heal you of pain, poverty, obstacles, lack of love, or whatever else might need healing. According to the website, MSW works better if a donation is given. Maybe the bigger the donation, the more effective the healing. I tried working my research into a column, but scrapped it in the end. What is one more scam when we have Trump? MSW is pretty small potatoes compared to the daily drivel POTUS seems to expect us to believe.