Hello My Friends,
It’s been a while.
I’ve whiffled away the days: celebrating holidays, assaying my life like a prospector
looking for gems, and writing the final chapters of another book. The holidays are over. The editors have the manuscript, (hooray), and I discovered I had some interesting attitudes about change…the one constant in our lives.
My bloggy staff and I were having our annual strategic planning session. We played games as we threw around ideas and wrestled with the new direction this blog should twist.
- Plan A: Only post once a month. Use the extra time to eat, drink and rabble rouse
- Plan B: Get new assistants
- Plan C: Well….we were working on Plan C when we received the news.
Hasbro Will Axe One of the Monopoly pieces
Is nothing sacred? Was Scottie dog chewing the Shoe? Was the Top hat politically incorrect? NO!
“Why then why the change??”
This inexplicable change has occurred for the same reason that:
- M & Ms messed with the colors (Good-bye violet)
- Kellogg overhauled cornflakes. (Same flake, but now they’re “Special” and a weight loss aid)
- Pepsi brought back a 1970s retro can touting “real sugar” not corn syrup.
Change Sells sells stuff.
Sigh….If you want to help Hasbro sell more stuff, you can go to their website and vote on which game piece will be given the pink slip and collect unemployment. (I’m not giving you the link. I’m in a snarly mood about it. Go look it up yourself. [Odds are running 2:1 the wheelbarrow will be the big loser, in case you want to call your bookie.])
Then I realized: whichever icon lost the game piece war, would become extinct and ebay saleable, right? If stuff is going to change…it might as well profit me.
I dug through our closet booby-trapped with obsolete games. (Just like you’ll probably do after you finish reading this blog) I hauled out our stained, broken-box, Monopoly set that hasn’t seen action for 15 years. Only three of the original five game pieces remain. I’m pretty sure the button isn’t an original piece.
The dog, top hat, and shoe icons have survived.
And the race car? I bet it’s hiding, forgotten in a childhood treasure box in my brother’s bottom drawer…along with sweet justice for a bloody nose.