I don’t know how I came across this image on social media, but I snagged it and found the source: BerkleyMews.com. The image links there too, particularly because they do really nice stuff. I also added the circle around Oscar in the lower frame.

It’s funny to me in a lot of ways. The first thing that came to mind was the Allegory of the Cave, but also how I have felt at times in my life. There’s a trust issue.

I sometimes trust what’s inside the can more than what is outside of the can. I am Oscar. It’s funnier too because as a child my favorite was Ernie. My mother loved Grover, that weirdo, and Kermit was the glue for the rest of them. Oscar was… the guy with a really cool trash can.

As I grew older, I understood Oscar more and more and wasn’t sure exactly why. In neighborhood terms, Oscar was the old guy in the neighborhood who lived alone, had a low opinion of everyone else, and collected what everyone thought was junk, but was a treasure to himself.

Oscar’s the guy who would get a lawn just to put up a “Get off my lawn!” sign. Suddenly, I feel a bit like Oscar because I think that would be a pretty fun thing to do. That’s what fences really are anyway, right?

All of this came to mind as I found myself in the kitchen looking for a steak that I thought I bought and didn’t… but seeing the frozen chimichangas, found myself chanting…

I have chimi-chang-as, I have chimi-chang-as, I have chimi-chang-as…

And I want to tell you, things are going quite well in the trash can.

We have chimichangas.