I ordered it via Amazon this weekend, and today it arrived: My new boomerang, pictured above.

A boomerang?

Yes, a boomerang. I had one in college, a pickup from some museum giftstore. It was one of the more fun outdoor toys I recall getting for myself. Once I got the hang of the proper throwing motion (like a football toss — overhand downward motion, flicking the wrist as you let go), it was a thrill. Not the least because it was usually a gamble as to whether or not the thing would fly back in a catchable motion, or else in a menacing wobble that would end up bouncing off your head (or other unfortunate body part).

This one looks sturdier than the one I had back then. Good thing, as the old one deteriorated rather quickly from all the wear and tear. Hopefully I’ll get some mileage out of it.

Now the question is, where am I going to throw it? New York’s not the ideal setting for a potentially injurious throwing stick that needs at least an acre of flyzone. I’ll have to take it with me to a nice, open green space somewhere out in the country.