Winter in Wisconsin. February 2015. I went out on the porch with my morning cup o’ coffee in hand and as I looked vacantly about I took a first sip.
I turned and suddenly choked and nearly did a “spit take” and started laughing. Our snowman bird feeder has a runny nose.
It harkened to a time in my childhood when someone would spot a kid with a runny nose and notify the parent-in-charge or teacher that so-and-so has “candles” and needed a wipe. Ew!
Furthermore, when I was just starting out in kindergarten and the kids would erroneously refer to me as ‘Dwayne’ instead of ‘Wayne’ I would bristle and take immediate exception because Dwayne (that other kid) always seemed to have ‘candles’ and a constantly runny nose.
He was one of those icky little kids who were said to be charter members of
“The Loyal Order of The Silver Sleeve”.