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Greetings to ever one in western Illinois and all readers of The Quill.
Shore seems like snow comes more easily as we gets closer to spring. I'm not a complain'n cause we do need the moisture. I'm told last March 15 a few folk started plant'n corn. Does ya think it will be possible this March 15?
Can ya Dance...?
Utah Carrol shared with us boys the follow'n "true" story:
An old prospector shuffled into the town of El Indio, Texas leading a tired old mule. The old man headed straight for the only saloon in town, to clear his parched throat.
He walked up to the saloon and tied his ole mule to the hitch rail.
As he stood there, brushing some of the dust from his face and clothes, a young gunslinger stepped out of the saloon with a gun in one hand and bottle of whiskey in the other.
The young gunslinger looked at the old man and laughed, saying, "Hey old man, can ya dance"?
The old man looked up at the gunslinger and said, "No sir, I don't dance...never really wanted to."
A crowd had gathered as the gunslinger grinned and said, "Well, ya old fool, you're gonna dance now!" and started shooting at the old man's feet.
The old prospector, not wanting to get a toe blown off, started hopping around like a flea on a hot skillet.
Everybody standing around was laughing.
When his last bullet had been fired, the young gunslinger, still laughing, holstered his gun and turned around to go back into the saloon.
The old man turned to his pack mule, pulled out a double-barreled 12 gauge shotgun and cocked both hammers.
The loud clicks carried clearly through the desert air. The crowd stopped laughing immediately.
The young gunslinger heard the sounds too, and he turned around very slowly.
The silence was deafening. The crowd watched as the young gunman stared at the old timer and the large gaping holes of those twin 12 gauge barrels.
The barrels of the shotgun never wavered in the old man's hands, as he quietly said, "Son, have ya ever kissed a mule's hind end?"
The gunslinger swallered hard and said, "No sir...but...I've always wanted to".
There are a few lessons for all of us here:
Thar ya has it then, just as it was told me. Now just to be fair here's another â"true story" as told by Bill Jones:
Sven and Ole
Two Minnesota engineers were standing at the base of a flagpole, looking up. A woman walks by asks what they were doing.
"Ve're supposed to find da height of dis flagpole, said Sven, "but ve don't haff a ladder."
The woman took a wrench from her purse, loosened a couple bolts, and laid the pole down on the ground. Then she took a tape measure from her pocketbook, took a measurement, announced, "Twenty-one feet, six inches," and walked away.
Ole shook his head and laughed, "Ain't dat just like a voman? Ve ask fer da height and she gives us da length!"
Sven and Ole have since quit their engineering jobs and are currently serving in the United States Senate. Now they is trying to determine the height of the Fiscal Cliff and the sequester.!
Sven is a Republican and Ole a Democrat
Inside every older person is a younger person wondering, "What the heck happened?"
We'll be friends until we are old and senile. Then, we'll be new friends.
Smile, it gives your face something to do while ya is contemplate'n these facts!
Hope'n ta see you'ns in church this weekend. Remember, if'n church folk wants a better preacher, they can simply pray fer the one they has.
Where ever ya is, what ever ya be a do'n, Be A Good One!
Keep on Smile'n
Catch ya later