I believe I slipped into a parallel universe yesterday, just for a moment.  I was driving and listening to the radio.  Don’t remember if it was a song, or a commercial for Macy’s, but something triggered a thought in my mind and I smiled as I said to myself, “Boy if I ever live in this area and have little kids, I think I’ll take them to Macy’s to see the Santa there”.  Fortunately for the other drivers around me, I snapped back to this reality as soon as my rational mind registered that thought.  Not only do I live in this area, but I have for 20 years now and I have raised 3 children well past the visiting Santa stage.  Bizarre…

I’m thinking that this is what happened to Tiger Woods. I think maybe he was in a parallel universe for the past few years, where he was a single man of amazing powers and all women he desired would leave with him at his command.  His accident a few weeks ago I believe permanently jolted him back into this reality.  And Mark Sanford was in a parallel universe where the Adirondack Trail actually leads to Argentina.  I could go on and on…

The problem with this parallel universe business is that those around you in this world aren’t part of the other one.  I am sure my kids wouldn’t be too happy to hear that they were not in my parallel universe.  I can only surmise that Mrs. Woods is feeling somewhat the same about her husband’s.  Fortunately mine only involved thoughts of department stores and Santa Claus.  Probably right about now Tiger is wishing his were the same.