Irreverant Earth

If I knew then what I knew now. How often have us quasi-adults thought that same thought. But not just what we now know, but the tools we now have at our fingertips. I've talked about apps on this blog before. But my goodness,  what havoc some of today's apps would have done to my character if they were let loose upon my formulating childhood!

I was born chock full of mischief. Staying after school writing lines was a regular occurrence in my elementary days. I somehow always sought that which was most mischievous and embraced it with a vigor. But if I had some of the technological tools available now back in my day, oh the trials I could have put the nuns at my school through.

Google Earth comes to my mind today. It amazes me that I can type in an address anywhere in the world and pull up satellite or street images with a few key strokes. What an amazing bit of technology that is. And oh so useful.

I remember as an elementary youth trying to sneak through the oleanders down by the baseball field to get a peak at the swimming pool on the convent property. Yes, those sassy nuns had their own swimming pool, and by golly my youthful imagination wanted to know just what went on back there while we were out sweating on the sports fields.

Were the nuns doing Busby Berkley synchronized patterns out in the pool?

Were they secretly dressing in sleek bikinis with their habits amiss?

Was Father D#^&* throwing ribald raucous swimming parties like a pious Hugh Hefner behind our very backs?

We just had to know. It was one of the playgrounds greatest mysteries and we, like countless classes of boys before and after us just were dying to know. What went on back behind the oleanders at the convent swimming pool?

But low and behold, a few clicks on Google Earth, and there it is, as plain as day.

         

I can now view, with mystery deflated like a thrice punctured bicycle tire, from my lofty perch from a satellite orbiting earth....exactly what was going on in the convent swimming pool. Absolutely flipping nothing.

Maybe some mysteries are better left...without an app.   :)

Cheers, nca


p.s. (editors note) ... This is the second Kotkas posting involving a risque picture of a nun. Hmmm. What's Freudian drivel could that be ? :)