Monday, May 30, 2011

My Mighty Mind Is As A Finely Honed Weapon

There is an old expression (idiom) that goes something like, "he's sharp as a tack" (a short needle with a broad head for pinning paper or posters to a wall or bulletin board). Meaning that this person's mind is very intelligent, and quick.
Back when I was a secret agent behind the "Iron Curtain" during the Cold War (yes, I was a very young secret agent posing as an elementary school exchange student), I had to use my quick wits to keep from being discovered, as well as to stay alive. It was a dangerous business. I can't begin to count the times I prevented war from breaking out between the USSR and the US.
Unfortunately, none of those incidents, or even my name, for that matter, will ever be in a history book. Such is the life of a spy who risks his life for his country. And, of course, for world peace.
When I finally was captured, my government had to deny any knowledge of my existence, which was expected, on my part. I was, however, extremely lucky that before my execution could take place, I was able to escape, with the help of a beautiful Russian princess, who found my impetuous youth both charming, and irresistible. Ah, Sevlonka, where are you now? I never saw her again. Such is the way of romance. Sigh...

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