Semi-Daily Scribbles

Gary wasn't much of a join-along guy, but he thought of himself as a team player just the same. He was the brightest one in the bunch, for sure, and people did call Gary "the guy with an answer for everything." If one of his answers made it so someone could get the job done, Gary was very pleased indeed to have been part of the solution and not the problem. But then there was Gary's own problem, his main frustration. He needed to retreat, to live an undercover sort of life, so he could come up with all the answers everyone expected. And yet, he also had to remain among the masses so he wouldn't lose touch with what was eating everybody. He was "Answer Man," after all. Gary grappled daily with how to maintain balance. The perfect situation was for him to live in his imagination forever. In that world, Gary was the master of time. He didn't have to contend with people wanting a bit here, and a moment there, to where he felt put out and stretched to the limit. The reality in which Gary found himself, however, had worn down his patience dangerously thin. The team would have to learn to take the field without him.