I found a squash in my garden that, fifty years ago, would have made me a rich man. I call it my Siamese squash.
In the 1950’s, Ripley’s would have paid me a zillion dollars for that squash. It would have been bigger than the 2 headed calf or the man who smoked a cigarette with his ear.
Unfortunately, my squash can’t compete with the oddities we see today, things like Octo-mom, Lady Gaga, Jerry Springer or the two Kim’s, Kardashian and Jong-Un.
Just my luck.