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19 g~ O An e-mail I JUS' received had this story... Should have stopped at dinner roll Once upon a time, I was invited to the White House for a private dinner with the President. I am a respected business- man, with a factory that produces memory chips for computers and portable elec- tronics. There was some talk that my industry was being scruti- nized by the administration, but I paid it no mind. I live in a free country. There's nothing that the government can do to me, if I've broken no laws. My wealth was earned honestly and an invita- tion to dinner with an American President is an honor. I checked my coat, was greeted by the Chief of Staff and joined the President in a yellow dining room. We sat across from each other at a table draped in white linen. The Great Seal was embossed on the china. Uni- formed staff served our dinner. The meal was served and I was startled when my waiter suddenly reached out, plucked a dinner roll off my plate and began nibbling it as he walked back to the kitchen. "Sorry about that," said the President. "Andrew is very hungry." "I don't appreciate..." I began, but as I looked into the calm eyes across from me, I felt immedi- ately guilty and petty. It was just a dinner roll. "Of course," I con- cluded and reached for my glass. Before I could however, another waiter reached forward, took the glass away and swallowed the wine in a single gulp. "And his brother Eric is very thirsty." said the President. I didn't say anything. The President is testing my compas- sion, I thought. I will play along. I don't want to seem unkind. My plate was whisked away before I had tasted a bite. "Eric's children are also quite hungrv." Killer Jigsaw Puzzle From Laura Lee A woman cals her boyfriend and says, 'Please, come over here and help me. I have a killer jigsaw puzzle, and I can't figure out how to get started.' Her boyfriend asks, 'What is it sup- posed to be when it's finished?' She says, 'According to the picture on the box, it's a rooster.' Her boyfriend decides to go over and help with the puzzle. She lets him in and shows him where she has the puzzle spread all over the table. He studies the pieces for a moment, then looks at the box, then turns to her and says, 'First of all, no matter what we do, we're not going to be able to assemble these pieces into anything resembling a rooster.' He takes her hand and says, 'Second, I want you to relax. Let's have a nice cup of tea, and then.., he said, with a deep sigh, 'Let's put all the Corn Flakes back in the box.' Thinkin' With a lurch, I crashed to the floor. My chair had been pulled out from under me. I stood, brushing myself off angrily and watched as it was car- ried from the room. "And their grand- mother can't stand for long." I excused myself, smiling outwardly, but inside feeling like a fool. Obviously I had been invited to the White House to be sport for some game. I reached for my coat, to find that it had been taken. I turned back to the President. "Their grandfather doesn't like the cold." I wanted to shout - that was my coat! But again, I looked at the placid smiling face of my host and decided I was being a poor sport. I spread my hands help- lessly and chuckled. Then I felt my hip pocket and realized my wallet was gone. I excused myself and walked to a phone on an elegant side table. I learned shortly that my credit cards had been maxed out, my bank accounts emptied, my retirement and equity portfolios had van- ished and my wife had been thrown out of our home. Apparently, the waiters and their families were moving in. The President hadn't moved or spoken as I learned all this, but finally I lowered the phone into its cradle and turned to face him. ''Andrew's whole family has made bad financial decisions. They haven't planned for retire- ment and they need a house. They recently defaulted on a sub-prime mortgage. I told them they could have your home. They need it more than you do." My hands were shaking. I felt faint. I stumbled back to the table and knelt on the floor. The President cheerfully cut his meat, ate his steak and drank his wine. I lowered my eyes and stared at the small grey circles on the tablecloth that were water- drops. "By the way," He added, "I have just signed an Executive Order nationalizing your facto- ries. I'm firing you as head of your business. I'll be operating the firm now for the benefit of all mankind. There's a whole bunch of Eric's and Andrew's out there and they can't come to you for jobs groveling like beggars." I looked up. The President dropped his spoon into the empty ramekin which had been his creme brulee. He drained the last drops of his wine. As the table was cleared, he lit a cigarette and leaned back in his chair. He stared at me. I clung to the edge of the table as if it were a ledge and I were a man hanging over an abyss. I thought of the years behind me, of the life I had lived. The life I had earned with a lifetime of work. risk and struggle. Why was I punished? How had I allowed it to be taken? What game had I played and lost? I looked across the table and noticed with some surprise that there was no game board between us. What had I done wrong? As if answering the unspoken thought, the President suddenly cocked his head, locked his empty eyes to mine and bared a million teeth, chuckling wryly as he folded his hands. "You should have stopped me at the dinner roll," he said. "The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing." Edmund Burke M. Tait Wind Turbine Damaged John Wyss reported the noise you're hearing from the new wind turbine is not normal. While raising the tower, there was some damage done to the turbine. Repairs will be made parts are available. as soon as Judging from some of the wooden freight cars and, of course, the steam engine this is from the "golden age" of railroading. The name of the railroad is so faded on the tender you can't make out the company name. But it was an IC freight. Photo taken between Mt. Pulaski and Lake Fork. The contributor of this photo is somewhat sure that this is the 1966-basketball team. Front Row- Frank Buckles, Frank Hassebrock, Alan Murphy, Dennis Werth, Julian Stoll, and Jerry Stewart. Back Row - Raymond Fulk, Mark Dannenberger, Dick Talmadge, Jay Schlitt, Robert Faith, Jerry McCain, Steve Anderson, Mark Williams, and Steve Fuhrer ] i , } }