Sven Yorgenblum enjoyed his life. It was simple and gave him pleasure on a every other day basis. Something that few who bathe in powder could say. His life was his work and his life was his passion. If this was a math equation, it could be said that his work was passion. Sven owned and operated a small pylon production company. The company produced orange pylons that are used on roads and in schools. One of the joys that Sven had was in knowing that his products went to assist people in their lives. It also didn’t hurt that a nice profit was made from this.

One day, Sven was biting into a red delicious apple when an idea struck him like the sockeye salmon on his knee. All these years he had made only orange pylons. He had never deviated into producing other colours. Sinking his false teeth into the apple gave him the idea to expand his business. He would produce pylons in several different colours and aim to sell them at the home consumer market. He envisioned selling white ones for use around the kitchen. Blue, black and red pylons for bedrooms and green for the backyard.

In this plethora of excitement, Sven leapt up from his desk, ran out of his office and headed to his Think Tank. Turning a corner, Sven’s foot made contact with the puddle of water. He flew up into the air and came crashing down onto the hard concrete floor. His fall made the sound of twelve swans protesting the popularity of interior decorating. Had Sven noticed the prototype transparent pylons, which was an idea he conceived of the previous week, that were surrounding the puddle he might still be alive today.

(C) 2006, Marty Finestone