I had some interesting things to tell all you folks last week but something happened so I didn’t tell you anything at all.
We have a storage shed located somewhere north of Las Vegas. I decided to fly out there a couple weeks ago to see what other oldies but goodies I could dig up.
I noticed a rather interesting briefcase on top of a shelf so I grabbed a ladder and climbed up to check it out.
Sadly, this was one of those wooden ladders. Metal ladders hadn’t been invented yet when we built and stocked this shed and wooden ladders have a tendency to rot when left alone for 50+ years.
I didn’t know that when I scaled that wooden ladder, but when it cracked in half when I reached the top rung, I figured this out as I tumbled towards and eventually smacked onto the concrete floor. That, surprisingly, held up very well throughout all these years.
I must have hit one of the broken rungs on the way down because I got myself quite a nasty splinter in my arm. It was probably a quarter of an inch long and I just knew I was done investigating for the day.
Fearful that if I moved to much the splinter would enter my bloodstream and end up lodged in my brain, I started yelling for help. After a few hours some nice folks in military fatigues showed up, tossed a bag over my head and knocked me out with some powerful type of drug.
When I woke up, I was back home with an smiley-face adhesive strip on the wound. I gently took it off and the splinter had been removed!
On the nightstand I saw there was a note:
“Dear Stephen,
Hope all is well.
Please don’t come back to the shed anytime soon.
Kindest regards,
The Government”
Huh.
I guess I’ll give it a couple weeks and head back.
Wait a minute here.
I live in Tennessee?
Didn’t know that.
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