Rett Wisman
Very nice pictures. Lots of well-placed white hair everywhere. One week later, in absentia, the voted class clown has a joke for everyone to enjoy:
Once upon a time, Jim Bland was working hard on reunion details. He was organizing accounts, facilities, information, payments, and doing a great job that no one else wanted to do. He was working so hard, that he suddenly passed away and went immediately to Indian Heaven.
At the Pearly Gates of Indian Heaven, St. Peter, with Indian headdress on, said “Welcome Jim! Great job. You’ll like it here, up in Indian Heaven.
“There’s only one rule up here, Jim. DON’T step on a duck up here from the Duck Pond, flying through the clouds. If you step on a duck, it screams “Quack! Quack-quack!”, and breaks up all the peace and tranquility.”
Jim said “Got it”. However, a few weeks later, Jim was walking around in the clouds, checking out the earth below, and he didn’t watch where he was walking. He stepped on a duck. The duck screamed “Quack! Quack-Quack!”, and peace was disturbed in Indian Heaven.
St Peter ran over to Jim, and said “Jim! You stepped on a duck! I told you not to! As a penalty, you must hang around with this woman up here for a few weeks, and she will be your assistant.’
St. Peter then introduced Jim to this frumpy old woman, not good at organizational skills, or helping him, since she was sort of a dork. So, they both walked away into the clouds, unhappy.
A few weeks later, Chuck Shorter, another hard working, popular organizer, was working hard on his farm, and he too passed away, and went immediately to Indian Heaven. At the Pearly Gates of Indian Heaven, St. Peter, with Indian headdress on, said “Welcome Chuck! Great job. You’ll like it here up in Indian Heaven.
“There’s only one rule up here, Chuck. DON’T step on a duck, up from the Duck Pond, flying through the clouds. If you step on a duck, it goes “Quack! Quack-quack!”, and breaks up all the peace and tranquility. ”
Chuck said “Got it”. However, a few weeks later, Chuck was walking around in the clouds, checking out his farm below, and he didn’t watch where he was walking. His big feet stepped on a duck. The duck screamed “Quack! Quack-Quack!”, and peace was disturbed in Indian Heaven.
St Peter ran over to Chuck, and said “Chuck! You stepped on a duck! I told you not to! As a penalty, you must hang around with this woman up here for a few weeks, and she will be your assistant.”
St. Peter then introduced Chuck to another frumpy old woman, not good at organizational skills, or helping him, since she was sort of a dork. So, they both walked away into the clouds, unhappy.
Finally, only a few weeks later, Ricky Dreiling was working hard on world peace, and curing cancer, and he too suddenly passed away. He went immediately to Indian Heaven.
St Peter at the gates, still with headdress on, said “ Well! Smart Ricky Dreiling! Welcome. Even though you gave a bizarre valedictorian speech one hot June night, which made me think of Gerald McBoing- Boing,…. welcome!”
He continued, “Here is a lady I want you to meet, and she will be hanging around you for a while”. He then introduced Ricky to a well-dressed, smart, professional, sharp, multi-task woman, good at everything.
Ricky’s face lit up. He said “Wowee! St. Peter, what did I do to deserve her??”
St. Peter just looked at the ground and said, “ Oh, Ricky. You didn’t do anything. But she….
She stepped on a duck.”
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