Weekend Question

Question:  “Say, look here, where’s it written that you’ve GOT to be ordinary?”

Answer: “Why, in the Great Ordinary Book, of course.”

One father incessantly asked his son, “Don’t you get it…come on kid, don’t you get it?”  He kept up this question day after day, month after month, year after year. until one day the lad “saw the light,” understood the purpose of the old man’s badgering and realized quite clearly that he was NEVER going to get it.

“Okay, you officers, grab that loose info over there, and bring along those loitering incongruities…throw ‘em ALL in the van, we’ll take ‘em downtown and let the Sarge sort it out later.”

I had this one, what do you call ‘em…person, yeah, man, chap, fellow, tell me that in his younger days, one of his real pleasures was in “singing to himself,”  that is, he adds, until he discovered he was tone deaf.

In this one time zone I know about, a fellow read in one of those book things the following: “There is nothing the body may suffer that the soul may not profit by.”  And he was so smooshed and dazzled thereby, that he went about repeating it for days, “There is nothing the body may suffer that the soul may not profit by.”  Then recounting it to himself for Months – Years, until his moment hit him – “Wait just a minute here, if there is ‘nothing the body may suffer that the soul may not profit from,’, and if ‘Two plus two equals four.’ but four plus four does not equal two, then there just may be a way out of this mad house that even our forefathers didn’t suspect.”  And one of his silent ancestors said, “Hah, what do you think YOU are.”

J.