One day pecans just started raining down on my patio.
"Free food is falling from the sky!" I thought as I heard that sweet thump and roll, "Jackpot."
Was it some sort of miracle? Or was there a simpler explanation? Garden variety magic, maybe an enchanted patio situation? Either way, let's dial back the expectations. Magic and miracles aren't like they appear on TV*, there's real life baggage that comes with that shit.
