On Thu, 16 Nov 2006, Chuck Guzis wrote:
This reminds me of a (fictional) story...
(fictional)???
My father used to tell me virtually the exact same story about my
great-great-great grandfather in the old country. (I don't know WHAT
country, just that it was old) But, in THAT story, it was a statue.
BTW, [to Eric Smith]: That is why my oldest TRS80 that you got from me
had a Dymo label identifying it as "THE STATUE".
--
Grumpy Ol' Fred cisin at
xenosoft.com
A small New England town resolved to remedy a social
problem. There
was a (what's PC for "Village Idiot"?) person who was always at loose
ends getting into trouble and generally being a nuisance. So someone
hit on the idea of employing him.
So our hero, call him Joe, was offered the task of polishing the
Civil War cannon in the courthouse square every day in exchange for
the princely sum of fifty cents.
Joe discharged his duty admirably for a dozen years. Rain or shine,
snow or drought, you'd see him carefully polishing the old artillery
piece every single day.
One day, however, Joe failed to show; then, no Joe the next day. The
good townspeople, fearing that Joe had fallen ill or worse, sent a
group of citizens to look for him.
They found Joe in his little shack, well and in good spirits. When
asked why he'd stopped showing up to his job, Joe responded, "Oh, I
don't need to any more--I've saved up my money and bought my own
cannon..."
Cheers,
Chuck