Curiosity, Monty Python and All Those Lovely Little Boxes
Curiosity killed the cat ( they say). I don't always understand cats but truly believe that they are wiser than me, so maybe death is worth the gained perspective? It's very possible that cats are on to something important. Perhaps it's essential to be curious and that they don't know what they're talking about. They must live in those "little boxes on the hillside" that Malvina Reynolds wrote about in 1961 and whose song I belted out at the top of my lungs in the back of my family's giant station wagon when I was five. It was a colossal tan Country Squire with fake wood paneling on the side and bench seats without seatbelts along the sides in the wayback. My brother and I rattled around on those seats with my dad's guitar and songbooks when, each summer, we crossed the continent in search of another great national park to explore. We always went to a new park because we were curious. Why? Well, why not? We were curious. Once, curiosity d