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July 25, 2014 Leave a comment

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Joe “Cup and Saucer” Fisher- who just retired after 47 years on the Southern Lankville Railroad- was telling about a salesman who was often one of his passengers.

“That man was so busy,” said “Cup and Saucer”, “he used to bring a taping recorder [sic] on the train to catch up on his letters. On one trip, he’d been rushing around so much that he clean forgot to bring his ticket. Left it on his desk.”

When “Cup and Saucer” started to tell him not to worry about the ticket, the salesman burst out with, “who’s worried about the ticket? It’s just that now I don’t know what city I was going to get off at!”

Of course, we all fell off our sitting logs laughing.

Who knows if “Cup and Saucer” was pulling our leg but from where I sit, lots of us get so wrapped up in ourselves that we forget “where we’re going”. Some folks even get so narrow-minded that they even begrudge their neighbors the right to enjoy a glass of dangerous woods liquor now and then. Let’s not forget that just as trains run on steam and oil, democracies run on freedom and tolerance!

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From Where I Sit…by Joe Marsh

July 24, 2014 1 comment

Joe Marsh2Bob Roberts mowed his lawn early Saturday morning. Then, he sat on the porch and watched Fred Hardy mow his grass.

The Roberts and Hardy properties border one another with no hedge or fence between them. So, when Bob notices that Fred had left a four-foot strip unmowed along the boundary, he walks over and asks why.

“That’s your land, Roberts,” says Hardy. “Mine ends here. See, it lines up with that oak tree over there across the street.”

Bob thought it was a lie. So, they walked up and down the street in the midday sun, looking for the surveyor’s marker. Where did they find it? Well, that’s the funny part of our story! It was right in the middle of their “no man’s land”.

Well, they both grin and pat each other on the back and then they take turn’s finishing the job and then return to Bob’s porch for a nice glass of cold chunky peaches drink.

From where I sit, a little searching around for the truth of a matter often shows that the other fellow is as much right as you are– at which point the whole thing doesn’t seem all that important anyway.

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