Who'd-a-thought-it

When something improbable happened on his Kentucky dairy farm, my friend Rube Kubale used to say, "Well, that's a who'd-a-thought-it." 2020, it seems to me, has been an entire chain of who'd-a-thought-its. If I wrote them all up as a novel and submitted it for publication, editors would roll their eyes, shake their heads at the unbelievable plot twists, and stamp "rejected" across the title page. If only we could do the same — 2020 rejected, or at least sent back for massive revision. But nope, apparently the year is here for the entire 365-day duration, stranger than fiction, a who'd-a-thought-it. All the more reason to keep writing, and usher in 2021 with a different story. What will yours be?

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