Stand-bys and story books

I walked across the mid-west and up the second highest peak in the U.S. with my Blackberry hanging from my neck and never misplaced it. I named it my "chest top" because it was how I blogged all the way along the road. I had it wrapped in a zip-lock bag much of the time to protect it from sweat and the elements. Once the thing shorted out from the dripping dew inside our pup-tent, luckily it turned on after a fresh charge. This morning I lost it walking Nice (the dog) with it in my pocket. I have been keeping it there after some peer pressure that it looked funny or cyborg-like. My defense was that it never was lost like so many phones in my past.. Now I am back to the old stand by from before the B-berry. I had on it pictures from the top of the world , which at least are on my face book page, and many phone numbers of people I had met on the walk to Kansas. All lost from inattention to the sound of it dropping out of my pocket as I trotted across the busy street a few hundred yards from my home. I was worried how I looked. Laughable from a guy who rolls the world down state highways.
The story that phone could tell of that journey. The miles, the rain, the thousands of people and sights. The pictures it took .It was even about my neck when my finger was bitten off. From bouncing from my chest as we climbed Pike's Peak, to bouncing finally on the pavement to be picked up by some street person just a few minutes before I returned to find it. A sad story in the end for the poor Blackberry.
My son called me yesterday with news of his adventure. He has befriended a young man and his older brother who work for a circus. They have invited him to come with them and work the circus this winter in the south. A proud fathers story book tale of the son going off to work in the circus in 2009. What are the odds of that happening? I'm curious to see how that tale unfolds.