Date:         Fri, 22 Dec 2006 17:13:50 -0600
Reply-To:     John Rodgers <inua@CHARTER.NET>
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From:         John Rodgers <inua@CHARTER.NET>
Subject:      [NVC] Frydaye Follies
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Having been born before WW II, and grown up in South Alabama back then,
I know all about dirt roads, going barefoot most of the time, and going
to town on Shanks Mare - if at all.

Two little country boys went to town, kicking with bare feet the
occasional stone in the road, but mostly not. Having a few cents in
their pockets paid them by a farmer for picking a bunch of watermelons,
the money was burning a hole in their pockets. Comics and bubble gum
were the order of the day.

Arriving in town they walked around, checked out the barber shop, then
walked into the local drug store to read comic books and buy bubble gum.
After reading a raft of comics, they picked one each, went to the
counter and got some bubble gum, paid, and started home.

Walking along, chewing and blowing bubbles, reading their comics and not
paying particular attention to where they were, they came to a fork in
the road. They hesitated, wondering which way to go. In the excitement
of going to town, they had not noticed this fork on the way.

Scratching their heads, one boy finally said, "We gotta go this way" and
pointed to the right fork. The other boy was dubious. He said "No, this
is the way - this other fork" An argument ensued. Back and forth it went.

It got down to this --

1st boy: "You got it wrong! You gonna get us lost! I KNOW This is the way!!"

 2nd boy: "No, no no!!  If you're so smart, how do you know??"

1st boy : "My instincts tells me so!"

2nd boy:  "Well my instincts too, but  it don't tell me nothin' !"

They did manage to get home -  just before dark.

John Rodgers
88 GL Driver