This was asked to Great Zamboni by Malthus Putloan, of Philadelphia, city of brothers and love.
This may come as a shock to you and most people of so-called science, but myself, Great Zamboni, does in fact know where the wind comes from. It comes from a small town called Globe, Arizona.
One night long ago after a week-long Peyote bender in Gila Bend I was tottering on Main street in Globe Arizona eating a bowl of cheese soup when I heard the wispers of a strange nature.
“Who’s that?” I asked to nowhere.
“It is I the wind,” a voice returned. “I am beginning my trip around the world here.”
“But why are you starting here in middle of nowhere?” I asked the wind.
“The rents are very cheap here. Plus, don’t you know wherever you are is the most exciting place to be”?
“But how can wind just start somewhere?” I ask.
It explained that things start as a thought then become action and so here was where the wind stayed and thought up different routes and paths to blow around, plus explaining that everyone needs a place to hang their hat.
This made much sense so Zamboni rides that wind back home to Estonia, sobered up, and I have not been back to Globe since, but if you pass through, make sure to say hello for me.
(Crestline Steakhouse now closed, very sorry to note passing of Oatmeal Ice Cream and Cheese Soup)