It’s been a very busy day, composing and editing arguments to a Federal judge on the Ninth Circuit Court of Appeal in defense of what we do for a living. Seems that some folks don’t like the use of horses in the wilderness. And if our letters to her don’t resonate positively, we could be toast. (Hm-m-m. Speaking of toast, today I made another batch of marmalade. I should send some to the judge…)
But enough bad news. A good friend forwarded an old joke that certainly deserves passing on.
A football fan had two 50-yard-line tickets for the Super Bowl. As he sits down, another man comes up to him and asks if anyone is sitting in the seat next to him. “No,” the fan says, “the seat is empty.”
“That’s incredible,” the second man says. “Who in their right mind would have a seat like this for the Super Bowl, the biggest sporting event in the country, and not use it?”
The fan says, “Well, the seat actually belongs to me. I was planning to come here with my wife, but she passed away. This is the first Super Bowl we have not seen together since we got married forty years ago.”
“Oh, I'm sorry to hear that,” said the man. “But couldn’t you have found someone else, a friend or a relative or neighbor to take the seat?”
“No,” the fan says, shaking his head, “they’re all at the funeral.”
Thank you David Rogers