This was going to be the lead in for the investing/economic section set around the incident known as a Black Sawn, but as soon as I typed it, it reminded me of a funny thing that happened to us about 15 years ago.

Devin and I and Man Child, then just a squid, were in New York trying to get rid of our daughter Kristin, by sending to the most remote school we could find, NYU.  On one of our visits, the initial visit if my memory serves me correct, we chose to do some sight seeing.

One locale we decided on was, the Statue of Liberty.  We went on a cold drizzly day, but despite that, there were a slew or slough of folk.  Devin has some claustrophobia issues and I have some ambition issues so Kristin chose to go to the crown of the statue herself.  Devin and I, with future Man Child in tow, went to the tourist coffee shop and waited.

There was a bratty, obnoxious, three year old running around the crowded coffee shop and his parents were pretending like he was not theirs, and I could not blame them.  I looked out onto the grass and there were about 260 Canadian Geese on the lawn saying, "Wow, nous n'avons pas statuts cool comme cela au Canada."  But I digress, in French too.

Well the parents chose to give the beastly child a doughnut, apparently thinking he needed more sugar.  And the child spotted the geese.  He banged and banged on the door to go out with the geese.  I watched as he pressed the bar that would open the door and the fun began.

Devin and I watched as the future serial killer made his way across the damp grass as 253 (Seven went into the city to see FAO Schwartz) geese lifted their heads and spotted their prey.  As beasty boy continued walking down the lawn the gaggle made its way onto their webbed feet and started their march towards the boy.

The heard of geese spotted the doughnut.  Even son of satan soon figured out there was a problem as the geese were almost to him.  He turned and ran towards the now closed coffee shop door.  Just as he slammed into the door, about 24 geese were pecking at the back of his head and hands, as he had long ago dropped his sugar fix and they were now just in it for the taste of flesh and blood.

The coffee in our cups was still hot as we savored the moment when the parents came to the child's rescue.  He was crying hysterically as he clung to his mother.  The coffee shop was now a bit quieter and all who had witnessed the massacre was glad that the child was not running around the coffee shop.