the old fool
The Alberton Papers, Vol. V, #VII
By Dick Darne 11-19-07
The cool fall night made the wood smoke rise over the think tank. The coffee smell hung low. The thinkers were assembling. What profound ruminations would emanate from the collective imperium of the finest brains of Alberton?
"Hey, where’s that Old Fool, Dick?" someone yelled. "Don’t he ever think any more? It seems like all he ever does is dream about the good old days with cousin Freddie and all the trouble they used to get into."
"That’s kind of an escape for him, he’s been feeling a mite poorly here lately, which at his age can bring on a new appreciation of one’s own mortality, which is not helped by noticing that your doctor looks too young to be a doctor and even more not helped by an impending routine medical procedure that appears to have been conceived by someone who watches too much sci-fi channel." said Bill Woods. "I’ve been there, done that myself."
"So what happened?" asked Johnny.
"Same as me, everything worked out fine, absolutely no pain at all, not even any embarrassment. Other than having to drink a gallon of stuff that tasted like a spoiled mixture of Tang and Ovaltine in a short time, there wasn’t even any discomfort. The crap I drank back in my drinking days caused far more discomfort. When It’s over you can check off a couple more things that aren’t wrong with you. Well worth it." replied Bill. "Your Doctor may look young, but remember, he knows more than you do."
"So, what’s this ‘Plan-B’ I’ve been hearing him mumble about here lately?" asked Todd.
" Possibly a pipedream, but the Old Fool just might do it. Put the back wheels in the Pacific Ocean and ride east with the wind at your back to the Atlantic. With the right dog as your companion, to watch your back at night, which could be quite a few nights sleeping under the stars, and freed from day to day worries, just think of the thinking one could do. A hundred days on the road like that could make a man a master thinker." answered Bill.
"Or a hundred days later he could be just as nuts as he was on the first one." someone said.
"Only one way to ever know for sure and that’s to just do it." came the final word from Elder."
Will the Old Fool actually do it? Stay tuned to this column for fast breaking news of this latest Alberton saga. dd
By Dick Darne 11-19-07
The cool fall night made the wood smoke rise over the think tank. The coffee smell hung low. The thinkers were assembling. What profound ruminations would emanate from the collective imperium of the finest brains of Alberton?
"Hey, where’s that Old Fool, Dick?" someone yelled. "Don’t he ever think any more? It seems like all he ever does is dream about the good old days with cousin Freddie and all the trouble they used to get into."
"That’s kind of an escape for him, he’s been feeling a mite poorly here lately, which at his age can bring on a new appreciation of one’s own mortality, which is not helped by noticing that your doctor looks too young to be a doctor and even more not helped by an impending routine medical procedure that appears to have been conceived by someone who watches too much sci-fi channel." said Bill Woods. "I’ve been there, done that myself."
"So what happened?" asked Johnny.
"Same as me, everything worked out fine, absolutely no pain at all, not even any embarrassment. Other than having to drink a gallon of stuff that tasted like a spoiled mixture of Tang and Ovaltine in a short time, there wasn’t even any discomfort. The crap I drank back in my drinking days caused far more discomfort. When It’s over you can check off a couple more things that aren’t wrong with you. Well worth it." replied Bill. "Your Doctor may look young, but remember, he knows more than you do."
"So, what’s this ‘Plan-B’ I’ve been hearing him mumble about here lately?" asked Todd.
" Possibly a pipedream, but the Old Fool just might do it. Put the back wheels in the Pacific Ocean and ride east with the wind at your back to the Atlantic. With the right dog as your companion, to watch your back at night, which could be quite a few nights sleeping under the stars, and freed from day to day worries, just think of the thinking one could do. A hundred days on the road like that could make a man a master thinker." answered Bill.
"Or a hundred days later he could be just as nuts as he was on the first one." someone said.
"Only one way to ever know for sure and that’s to just do it." came the final word from Elder."
Will the Old Fool actually do it? Stay tuned to this column for fast breaking news of this latest Alberton saga. dd
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