Overdue Rent

Walpole had lived in his loft for six months, and by now it was filled with the paintings he had created. He worked day and night, stopping only occasionally for something to eat.

He thought little about food and less about sleep. But what he thought about least of all was his rent.

As a result, his landlord now stood before him, demanding the three months' rent Walpole owed on the loft.

"Give me a couple of weeks," Walpole pleaded. "I know I'm on the verge of making some sales."

"Absolutely not," the landlord said. "You gave me that story last month. You won't get another day's credit from me."

"Look," Walpole said, "think of it as an investment. Some day this loft will be famous, and you'll be able to charge a fortune for it. In a few years, people will come into this disgusting loft and whisper, 'Walpole used to paint here.'"

"Pay your rent now," the landlord said, "or they'll be able to say it tomorrow morning."

From Pastor Tim

Medical Terminology

Yes, medical terminology really is important

The pastor asked if anyone in the congregation would like to express Praise for answered prayers. A lady stood and walked to the podium. She said, "I have a praise. Two months ago, my husband Jim, had a terrible bicycle wreck and his scrotum was completely crushed. The pain was excruciating and the doctors didn't know if they could help him."

You could hear an audible gasp from the men in the congregation as they imagined the pain that poor Jim

experienced. She continued, "Jim was unable to hold me or the children and every move caused him terrible pain. We prayed as the doctors performed a delicate operation. They were able to piece together the crushed remnants of Jim's scrotum and wrap wire around it to hold it in place."

Again, the men in the Congregation squirmed uncomfortably as they imagined the horrible surgery performed on Jim.

She continued, "Now, Jim is out of the hospital and the doctor's say, with time, his scrotum should recover completely.

"All the men sighed with relief.

The pastor rose and tentatively asked if any one else had anything to say.

A man rose and walked to the podium.

He said, "I'm Jim and I want to tell my wife, once again, the word is STERNUM.

"Worst Horse Ever"

A jockey is in the parade ring discussing race tactics with the horse's trainer. The trainer tells the jockey that this is the worst horse he has ever seen. It has had 23 races and finished last in every one of them. If it doesn't win today the milkman will be using it for deliveries in the morning.

The jockey mounts up and takes the horse down to the start.

The race begins and the horse is immediately 10 lengths behind the pack. So the jockey gives the horse an sharp thwap on the shoulder.

Nothing.

He then gives him a series of strikes on the rump.

Nothing.

He then gives him two wallops right on the hindquarters.

The horse comes to a sudden stop, turns to the jockey and says "Give it a rest with that whip, will ya, buddy? I have to be up at four in the morning to deliver milk."

From Pastor Tim.

A Terrible Night

It was a terrible night, blowing cold and rain in a most
frightful manner. The streets were deserted, and the local
baker was just about to close up shop when a little man
slipped through the door. He carried an umbrella, blown
inside out, and he was bundled in two sweaters and a thick
coat. But even so, he still looked wet and bedraggled.

As he unwound his scarf, he said to the baker, "May I have
two bagels to go, please?"

The baker said in astonishment, "Two bagels? Nothing more?"

"That's right," answered the little man. "One for me and one
for Bernice."

"Bernice is your wife?" asked the baker.

"What do you think?" snapped the little man. "My mother
would never send me out on a night like this!"

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Early Thursday Post

Never Choke in a restaurant in the South

Two hillbillies walk into a bar. While having a shot of whisky, they talk about their moonshine operation.

Suddenly, a woman at a nearby table, who is eating a sandwich, begins to cough. And, after a minute or so, it becomes apparent that she is in real distress. One of the hillbillies looks at her and says, 'Kin ya swallar?'

The woman shakes her head no.

Then he asks, 'Kin ya breathe?'

The woman begins to turn blue and shakes her head no.

The hillbilly walks over to the woman, lifts up her dress, yanks down her drawers and quickly gives her right butt cheek a lick with his tongue. The woman is so shocked that she has a violent spasm and the obstruction flies out of her mouth. As she begins to breathe again, the Hillbilly walks slowly back to the bar.

His partner says, 'Ya know, I'd heerd of that there 'Hind Lick Maneuver' but I ain't niver seed nobody do it!' .
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And if that don’t curl your toes then try this one on for size:
One morning a man got up early to watch the sun rise. As he sat in the dark it suddenly dawned on him!

Tech Support

I was watching a YouTube video. I clicked the video and something went amiss. I copied and pasted the actual error message.

No kidding, this is the actual message.

500 Internal Server Error
Sorry, something went wrong.

A team of highly trained monkeys has been dispatched to deal with this situation. Please report this incident to customer service.

from The Mountain:

YouTube.com has learned a very valuable lesson. Any problem with a light heart, goes easier.

All the days of the oppressed are wretched, but the cheerful heart has a continual feast.
(Prov 15:15 NIV)

One's temperament has a considerable effect on one's circumstances.

Media Bias

<>A man was walking by the zoo when he saw a little girl leaning into the lion's cage. Suddenly, the lion grabbed her by the cuff of her jacket and tried to pull her inside, to the horror of her screaming parents.

The man ran to the cage and hit the lion square on the nose with a powerful punch. Whimpering from pain, the lion jumped back and let go of the girl.

A reporter witnessed the whole scene. Addressing the man, he said, "Sir, that was the most gallant, brave thing I saw a man do in my whole life."

"Why, it was nothing," said the man. "The lion was behind bars and I knew God would protect me just as He did Daniel in the lion's den long, long ago. I saw this little kid in danger and acted as I felt was right."

"I notice a bible in your pocket." said the journalist.

"Yes, I'm a Christian and was on my way to a bible study," the man replied.

"Well, I'll make sure this won't go unnoticed. I'm a journalist and tomorrow papers will have this on the first page."

The journalist left. The following morning, the man bought the paper to see if his actions had been reported. On the first page he read,

'Right Wing Christian Fundamentalist Assaults African Immigrant and Steals His lunch.'

Thanks Ted for this one!

Aprons

I don't think our kids know what an apron is.

The principal use of Grandma's apron was to protect the dress underneath, but along with that, it served as a potholder for removing hot pans from the oven.

It was wonderful for drying children's tears, and on occasion was even used for cleaning out dirty ears.

From the chicken coop, the apron was used for carrying eggs, fussy chicks, and sometimes half-hatched eggs to be finished in the warming oven.

When company came, those aprons were ideal hiding places for shy kids.

And when the weather was cold, grandma wrapped it around her arms.

Those big old aprons wiped many a perspiring brow, bent over the hot wood stove.

Chips and kindling wood were brought into the kitchen in that apron.

From the garden, it carried all sorts of vegetables. After the peas had been shelled, it carried out the hulls.

In the fall, the apron was used to bring in apples that had fallen from the trees.

When unexpected company drove up the road, it was surprising how much furniture that old apron could dust in a matter of seconds.

When dinner was ready, Grandma walked out onto the porch, waved her apron, and the men knew it was time to come in from the fields to dinner.

It will be a long time before someone invents something that will replace that 'old-time apron' that served so many purposes.

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REMEMBER.........

Grandma used to set her hot baked apple pies on the window sill to cool.

Her granddaughters set theirs on the kitchen counter to thaw.

Air Traffic (out of ) Control

During a taxi, the crew of a US Air departure flight to Ft.
Lauderdale made a wrong turn and came nose-to-nose with a
United 727. The irate ground controller (a female) lashed
out at the US Air crew screaming, "US Air 2771, where are
you going? I told you to turn right on 'Charlie' taxi way;
you turned right on 'Delta.' Stop right there. I know it's
difficult to tell the difference between a C and a D, but
get it right."

Continuing her lashing to the embarrassed crew, she was now
shouting hysterically, "You've screwed everything up; it'll
take forever to sort this out. You stay right there and
don't move until I tell you to. You can expect progressive
taxi instructions in about a half hour, and I want you to go
exactly where I tell you, when I tell you, and how I tell
you. You got that, US Air 2771?"

Naturally, the "ground control" frequency went terribly
silent until an unknown male pilot broke the silence and
asked, "Wasn't I married to you once?"

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A Bunny Story

Once upon a time there was a man who was peacefully driving
down a windy road. Suddenly, a bunny skipped across the road
and the man couldn't stop. He hit the bunny head on. The man
quickly jumped out of his car to check the scene. There, lying
lifeless in the middle of the road, was the Easter Bunny.

The man cried out, "Oh no! I have committed a terrible crime!
I have run over the Easter Bunny!"

The man started sobbing quite hard and then he heard another
car approaching. It was a woman in a red convertible. The
woman stopped and asked what the problem was. The man
explained,
"I have done something horribly sad. I have run over the
Easter Bunny. Now there will be no one to deliver eggs on
Easter, and it's all my fault."

The woman ran back to her car. A moment later, she came back
carrying a spray bottle. She ran over to the motionless bunny
and sprayed it. The bunny immediately sprang up, ran into the
woods, stopped, and waved back at the man and woman. Then it
ran another 10 feet, stopped, and waved. It then ran another
10 feet, stopped, and waved again. It did this over and over
and over again until the man and the woman could no longer see
the bunny.

Once out of sight, the man exclaimed, "What is that stuff in
that bottle?"

The woman replied, "It's harespray.
It revitalizes hare and adds permanent wave."



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Old Photos

Men, be careful this does not happen to you, it is a sure way to get a cold shoulder for days!

Curious when I found two black-and-white negatives in a
drawer, I had them made into prints. I was pleasantly
surprised to see that they were of a younger, slimmer me,
taken on one of my first dates with my husband.

When I showed him the photos, his face lit up. "Wow, look at
that!" he said with appreciation. "It's my old Plymouth!"

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The Wedding weekend

The weekend started on Thursday. In the morning I met with the judge to probate the will and then to the financial adviser to sign some more papers. Then home to finish packing and then back to the doctor at 1:30 to be told that I could take the boot off and walk normal for the first time since the end of December. Thank goodness! Then home to pick up the cat and her stuff and drive to Houston. Deposited the cat with Don and Toni and had to inspect the kitchen he is redecorating–beautiful.

Off to pick up Linda and drive to Fort Worth. Before we left I took all the directions into the house so I could call the club to see if we could check in at about 10:30 pm. Guess what, we left all the maps, locations and times at Linda’s house. When we got to Fort Worth and discovered that the maps and addresses were at home we had a problem. Fortunately, I had studied just how I planned to get from I35 to the Fort Worth Club. Memory did not fail me this time, thank the Good Lord.

When we checked in we asked the night security guard when I could get coffee in the morning. He said the café didn’t open until 7 but that if I came to the front desk and called the guard on duty, they would bring me a cup of coffee. I usually am up at 5 am so this was a relief. However, I slept very well and at 5 am, by the room clock, there was a knock at the door and a very pleasant female guard handed me a beautiful silver tray with complete coffee service! Actually, it was 6 am because the clock had not been reset for daylight saving time!

We had lunch with the groom, his brother and the groom’s father in the club restaurant. We explored some of Fort Worth in the afternoon and then attended the rehearsal dinner. It was held in a large Mexican restaurant where we had a large room to ourselves. There had to be 150 or more people there. They showed a slide show presentation of the bride and groom as they grew up and as they got together. Got to meet the bride’s family.

On Saturday, Linda wanted to go to the aquarium in Dallas. We didn’t leave early enough and then took much too long to find the place. After parking, we found that we only had about an hour to see the aquarium so we drove back to Fort Worth. We had a lot of fun getting lost etc.

The wedding took place at the South side Baptist Church, a large old style church with organ and all the stained glass to go with such an edifice. However the sound system was either terrible or the operator didn’t know how to prevent the echo.

The wedding reception was held in the Fort Worth Club. A more extensive display of food, beverage, and decoration I have never seen before! My guess is that there were 200 or more there. The two families are very large and have many good friends. They had a very good disk jockey and the people had a great time dancing. Linda even got me up to try a two-step at one time. We left at 11 pm and there is no telling when the party broke up.

Sunday, we attended church with a former dance partner friend of Linda’s and his wife. Then had lunch with them. We drove to Houston and I spent the night at Don and Toni’s place. Drove home on Monday. All considered it was a very fine weekend. Linda was a great help with the driving and her being with me made the trip much more enjoyable. She is a great help to me at this time.

Slight Pause

My daughter and I will be attending a wedding in Fort Worth, Texas this weekend so I will be "off the web" for several days.

The young man that is getting married is a "miracle child". His mother had epilepsy when she became pregnant with him. The medicine that women take to counteract or control the disease usually cause the newborn child to be deformed or mongoloid. This was a great concern to the parents. Abortion was out of the question. His parents asked Helen and I to pray that God's will would be done. We along with dozens of other people prayed and this young man was born totally healthy. Praise God for answered prayer!!!

We have been his "God parents" and look forward to being at his wedding.

See you next week.

Pecans in the Cemetery

On the outskirts of a small town, there was a big, old Pecan tree just inside the cemetery fence. One day, two boys filled up a bucketful of nuts and sat down by the tree, out of sight, and began dividing the nuts.

'One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me,' said one boy. Several dropped and rolled down toward the fence.

Another boy came riding along the road on his bicycle. As he passed, he thought he heard voices from inside the cemetery. He slowed down to investigate. Sure enough, he heard,'One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me.' He just knew what it was.

He jumped back on his bike and rode off. Just around the bend he met an old man with a cane, hobbling along.

'Come here quick,' said the boy, 'you won't believe what I heard! Satan and the Lord are down at the cemetery dividing up the souls.'

The man said, 'Beat it kid, can't you see it's hard for me to walk.'

When the boy insisted though, the man hobbled slowly to the cemetery. Standing by the fence they heard, 'One for you, one for me One for you, one for me...'

The old man whispered, 'Boy, you've been tellin' me the truth. Let's see if we can see the Lord.' Shaking with fear, they peered through the fence, yet were still unable to see anything. The old man and the boy gripped the wrought iron bars of the fence tighter and tighter as they tried to get a glimpse of the Lord.

At last they heard, 'One for you, one for me. That's all. Now let's go get those nuts by the fence and we'll be done.'

They say the old man made it back to town a full 5 minutes ahead of the kid on the bike.

Smile, God Loves You!!!

A Thoughtful Teacher

After school one day, a young first-grade boy was sitting at the kitchen table, eating his afternoon snack, when he blurted out,

"Mom, the teacher was asking me today if I have any brothers or sisters who will be coming to school."

The boy's mother replied, "That's nice of her to take such an interest, dear. What did she say when you told her you are an only child?"

She just said, "Thank goodness!"

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CHP vs. USMC

don't know about this,but makes a good story.

OOH-RAH!!

CHP vs. USMC

Top this for a speeding ticket

Two California Highway Patrol Officers were conducting speeding enforcement on I-15, just north of the Marine Corps Air Station at Miramar. One of the officers was using a hand held radar device to check speeding vehicles approaching the crest of a hill.

The officers were suddenly surprised when the radar gun began reading 300 miles per hour. The officer attempted to reset the radar gun, but it would not reset and then turned off.

Just then a deafening roar over the treetops revealed that the radar had in fact locked on to a USMC F/A-18 Hornet which was engaged in a low flying exercise near the location.

Back at the CHP Headquarters the Patrol Captain fired off a complaint to the USMC Base Commander. The reply came back in true USMC style:

Thank you for your letter. We can now complete the file on this incident.

You may be interested to know that the tactical computer in the Hornet had detected the presence of, and subsequently locked on to, your hostile radar equipment and automatically sent a jamming signal back to it, which is why it shut down.

Furthermore, an Air-to-Ground missile aboard the fully armed aircraft had also automatically locked on to your equipment location.

Fortunately, the Marine Pilot flying the Hornet recognized the situation for what it was, quickly responded to the missile system alert status and was able to override the automated defense system before the missile was launched to destroy the hostile radar position.

The pilot also suggests you cover your mouths when cussing at them, since the video systems on these jets are very high tech. Sergeant Johnson, the officer holding the radar gun, should get his dentist to check his left rear molar. It appears the filling is loose. Also, the snap is broken on his holster.

Thank you for your concern. Semper Fi

Note: This also has an English Version. Good stories have a way of being retold and modified!

The Arms of Love

What is more important to a speaker than a listener who responds?Absolutely nothing.This answer applies whether one is speaking to just one person,an audience, or to God. We want a response. We want to know we have been heard.But a human response or answered prayer does not always fit our criteria.

At my first Toastmasters Convention, I was so fired up by this wonderful organization that I collared Neil Wilkinson of Edmonton, Alberta, a 20-year member who was president of Toastmasters International in 1993, and told him I wanted a bumper sticker that said, "I Get High on Toastmasters."Now, Mr. Wilkinson is a reserved man and although he paid total attention to me as I enthusiastically praised Toastmasters, he did not give me the response I expected. (His face did not light up.)

Finally I turned away to leave, but Mr. Wilkinson called me back. With the same lack of expression on his face, he said,"You've made me feel so good. Would you give me a hug?"I fairly fainted. Then I flew into his arms and gave him one of my best hugs.

When he hadn't responded in a manner that I recognized, I Thought that there was no response, that he hadn't heard me,that what I said hadn't been important enough to move him. When he responded in a way that I recognized, I was thrilled to learn there had been real contact between us.

I've gone through the same experience with God many times, the most memorable of which occurred while I was living in a vacant church in Nova Scotia. My husband and I had raised registered Hereford cattle in the beautiful Annapolis Valley for five years. Those years were the best years of my life, and although I only weighed 104 lbs, I was a driven workaholic looking after the cattle, the farm,cutting pulpwood, whatever it took to keep my dream alive.

The best years of my life ended when my husband moved to Halifax with another woman.I had continued to look after the 60 head of cattle and harvest my forest on my 600 acres, but I was finally forced - by lack of money - to give up. (I learned later that all across North America, the cattle bust was known as the Crash of '75. It wasn't just me alone who lost my cattle, but it felt like it.)

I could have moved in with my parents, but I wanted solitude to try to sort out my life. I made a deal with the trustees of an abandoned Baptist church that I would paint the outside of the church in lieu of paying rent. The building had no water or heat or plumbing, but it was a good place for me to reach out to God in my agony over my losses.I slept in the upstairs balcony and at night the moonlight shone through the six arched windows and I lay in my bed and wept.

One night I cried out to God, "It's not enough to just believe You love me. I need You to put Your arms around me and tell me that You love me."Of course, there was no response, no miracle. The moon was soon hidden by clouds and I was in darkness.

Shortly thereafter, the church I attended announced a women's retreat would be held soon. My mother encouraged me to go. I angrily retorted that I had nothing in common with women who could talk about nothing but scrubbing floors and raising babies.But I was desperate and I went to that Retreat. As the weekend wore on, I realized there was depth in the 72 women attending,and that they also did soul searching.

Towards the end of the Retreat, I walked up to the front of the room and leaned against the piano and started to talk. I told the women how tough I was, how I could carry 100-lb. calves in my arms, cut pulpwood like a man and castrate bulls. But that my husband had left me, I had lost my beloved farm, and now I needed their prayers to help me work out a new life.

As I finished speaking, all 72 women stood as one and lined up to get to me. Not only did they all say that they would pray for me, but each and every one of them put their arms around me and said that they loved me. And the sunlight streamed in the windows of that Retreat hall - like the Holy Spirit was hovering there.

Later that night, as I lay in my bed in the abandoned church that was my home, I thanked God for that tremendous outpouring of love that been given to me by women, whom I normally avoided.And then it hit me! I hadn't asked those women to tell me that they loved and put their arms around me. I had asked that of God weeks previous.And God had answered my prayer - 72-fold, and from a source I would never have expected.

That response, which did not fit my criteria, made an impression on me that will last my whole life.The lesson is to let the giver give what he has to give. It maybe much less than you want, but it also may be a great deal more than you expect.

by MountainWings subscriber, Gwynn Alcorn

Gwynn Alcorn is a former journalist, professional speech write rand researcher, as well as breeder of registered cattle. She now lectures, writes and works as a health mentor in Edmonton,Alberta. She can be contacted at gwynnalcorn@interbaun.com

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Timely Prayer

The following emailing from MountainWings came in this morning and it is exactly what I needed today.

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Wings Over The Mountains of Life
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While You Fix This
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This is from a MountainWings prayer request. The requester shall remain anonymous but as I prayed over their request it rang true in the lives of so many.

Lord, I know you are arranging things in order by your timing. You know my situation since this started, please grant me the patience to wait while you fix this. Lord, I look to you.

In Jesus name I pray. Amen.

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Brain

In the Hospital the relatives gathered in the waiting room, where their family member lay gravely ill. Finally, the doctor came in looking tired and somber.

I'm afraid I'm the bearer of bad news," he said as he surveyed the worried faces. "The only hope left for your loved one at this time is a brain transplant. It's an experimental procedure, semi-risky, and you will have to pay for the brain yourselves."

The family members sat silent as they absorbed the news. After a great length of time, someone asked, "Well, how much does a brain cost?"

The doctor quickly responded, "$5,000 for a male brain, and $200 for a female brain."

The moment turned awkward. Men in the room tried not to smile, avoiding eye contact with the women, but some actually smirked. A man, unable to control his curiosity, blurted out the question everyone wanted to ask,"Why is the male brain so much more?"

The doctor smiled at the childish innocence and so to the entire group said, "It's just standard pricing procedure. We have to mark down the price of the female brains, because they've been used."

Anniversary Gift

For their anniversary, a couple went out for a romantic dinner.

Their teenage daughters said they would fix a dessert and leave it waiting.

When they got home, they saw that the dining room table was beautifully set with china, crystal and candles, and there was a note that read: "Your dessert is in the refrigerator.We are staying with friends, so go ahead and do something we wouldn't do!"

"I suppose," the husband responded dryly, "we could clean the house."

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Hazy Answer

"Can I speak to you for a minute, Pastor?"

It is a familiar request, but this time I wasn't at church.Because I'm on TV, people recognize me and sometimes I am the only counsel they've seen in a while. My last session before this one occurred as I walked through the airport. People will see me and begin to tell me their life stories or at least the story of the moment, hoping for an answer. Much of the time I can help them or at least make them feel better.

"It's my son," he said. "I just don't know what to do. We raised him right and we can't figure out what happened," the man said.He lit up a cigarette in the parking lot and took a deep drag.The place we had just exited was non-smoking and I guess he needed his cigarette NOW.

"What seems to be the problem?" I asked.

"He's smoking dope!" was the answer.His cigarette smoke wafted by my nose and made it twitch."He's evidently been running around with the wrong crowd and has picked up a real bad habit. We've always tried to watch his friends and keep him with good folk," the father explained.He flicked the ashes of his cigarette on the ground. The ashes fell silently, yet with a thud.

"Can you tell me what's wrong with kids today? When I was a teenager we didn't fool with no dope. These kids today just have their heads screwed on crooked," he went on.His cigarette end glowed red like the coil on an electric stove and seemed to get brighter with his anger. He appeared to inhale deep to calm his nerves.

"I guess I just don't understand kids these days," he remarked as a slight breeze blew the smoke into my face making me breathe shallow to keep from coughing."I think it's those rappers and the music that's doing it,"was his explanation as another set of ashes fell like heavy snowflakes. I knew the ashes fell silently, yet it sounded as if I could hear them fall.

"I dunno, guess there are just some things I will never understand. What makes a good kid want to smoke dope is beyond me," he said with a puzzled look as the smoke wafted around his head like fog on a mountain.~

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Air Boss

Activated from the Army Reserves for a joint service Arctic exercise, I was assigned to the air reconnaissance section.Although I had recently been promoted, I was feeling rusty,and wanted to get started learning my duties so as not to appear too "green."

I confided to the Air Force lieutenant colonel who greeted me that I was anxious to meet the Air Boss right away.

"Don't worry, son," he said reassuringly, "the Air Boss is a real professional, knows his stuff cold and works well with his people. Great guy."

"Terrific!" I replied. "What's his name?"

Looking through the roster, the welcoming officer replied,"O'Hara."

"Oh, no," I groaned. "That's me."

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