I’m digesting a Japanese lunch I just had with mom. I think we were both in a goofy mood.

She told the story about my great uncle Jack and great aunt Mary.

Aunt Mary was a lifelong Sunday school teacher, and a very devoted Christian woman. My mom never heard her say a cuss word. But when Aunt Mary got older and her mind started going my mom could hear her in the hall at night muttering profanities.

And one day Uncle Jack put a duck in the oven for supper. And he went hunting for a while with my grandfather, leaving Aunt Mary alone with the duck.

Well when they came back the duck was missing. It wasn’t in the oven. There was no trace of it anywhere whatsoever. Aunt Mary must have done something with it, but they never found out what. That duck was never seen again.