When I rounded the corner and saw a "Minion Bob" cap hanging on one of the bridge posts, no doubt forgotten by a little boy hot on his walk through the park,
Some readers like my sisters, if you grew up in Japan in 1969, remember "Pinky and the Killers" who hit the top of the charts for her song 「わすれられないの」of a love that could not be forgotten. Titles and groups like "Blue Light Yokohama"; and "The Tigers" were the rage among Japanese teens. But does it have to be said that those titles and names have been pretty much forgotten?
A few years ago, when my daughter thot Minion Bob looked like her little boy--I made her a bookmark of Bob in their stroller. But a while ago, I couldn't remember what those yellow things were called.
We live IN the world, not OF it, and the God Who promised to protect us from evil, not take us out of it, has Infinite Memory, Power, and Love. I remember Minions ran around spewing out gobblygook, but if you watched their faces and what they did, you GOT IT. I wonder what kind of Minion I am and what people GET about my God from the way I act?
