We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
So they loaded up Jim's minivan and headed north. After driving for a few hours, they got caught in a terrible blizzard. So they pulled into a nearby farm and asked the attractive lady who answered the door if they could spend the night.
'I realize it's terrible weather out there and I have this huge house all to myself, but I'm recently widowed,' she explained. 'I'm afraid the neighbors will talk if I let you stay in my house'
'Don't worry,' Jim said. 'We'll be happy to sleep in the barn. And if the weather breaks, we'll be gone at first light.'
The lady agreed, and the two men found their way to the barn and settled in for the night.
Come morning, the weather had cleared, and they got on their way. They enjoyed a great weekend of skiing.
But about nine months later, Jim got an unexpected letter from an attorney. It took him a few minutes to figure it out, but he finally determined that it was from the attorney of that attractive widow he had met on the ski weekend.
He drove over to see Bob and asked, 'Bob, do you remember that good-looking widow from the farm we stayed at on our ski holiday up north about 9 months ago?'
'Yes, I do.' said Bob
'Did you, er, happen to get up in the middle of the night, go up to the house and pay her a visit?'
'Well, um, yes,' Bob said, a little embarrassed about being found out, 'I have to admit that I did.'
'And did you happen to use my name instead of telling her your name?'
Bob's face turned beet red and he said, 'Yeah, look, I'm sorry, Jim, but I'm afraid I did. Why do you ask?'
'Because she just died and left me seven million bucks.'
Happy Valentines Day Maggie's Farm. I was very pleased to see this pic up, caught it at Theo's house earlier today. I don't swing that way, but the photo is gorgeous. One of the things I like most about this blog, what makes it my second visit every morning, is that you don't have a box around the content - you satisfy my eclectic mind. Plus you're not prudes - a big plus!
This travelin' salesman is way out in the country when his car breaks down. He starts walking looking for help. The next house turns out to be 15 miles away and after so many hours trudging he is crawling on all fours, dying for food & water, by the time he gets to the door and feebly knocks.
Farmer answers the door, takes in the situation, says "Come on in, young feller, I've got ya some iced tea and fried chicken and mashed taters, a big featherbed in the spare room, and in the morning we'll drive back and fix your car. Only thing I ain't got is no daughters, like in them travelin' salesman jokes."
Salesman, flat on his face on the porch, opens one eye, looks up at the farmer and whispers "How far to the next house?"