Semi-Daily Scribbles

The insignia wasn't anything official. By Craig wearing it on his lapel, it didn't signify bravery in combat or affiliation with a cloistered religious order. The pin was just a jumble of symbols and squiggles that looked nice but didn't mean a damn thing. Not that it was all for show, though. Craig's bit of creative crest-making was nonsense, but it made people get up close and examine whatever it was he proudly displayed on his chest. Craig's insignificant insignia got folks to look, and then talk. Of course, the conversations started with something along the lines of: "What's that on your badge?" Depending on how lonely Craig happened to be when the curious started in with the inquiries, Craig's fertile imagination and excellent vocabulary was guaranteed to keep two strangers engaged for as long as it took for the story to be told.