I have a series of people who hold me accountable on a series of things. (See previous post about how I am “prone to wander.”)
One of them is my friend Brewster.
His first name isn’t punky but it’d be awesome if it was.
Punky Brewster could hold me accountable to wearing brightly colored, mismatched clothes and always going on adventures with a dog and an old man. (If you listen closely, you can hear half of the SCL community googling the reference “Punky Brewster.” I am so old. My bones are brittle.)