Location, Location, Location

"Location, Location, Location"

A father thought it was about time to lecture
his son, who was somewhat scatter-brained
and frivolous.

"Jim," he said, "You're getting to be a man
now and you ought to take life more seriously.
Just think . . .if I died all of a sudden, where
would you be?"

"I'd be right here, dad," said Jim.

"The question is, where would YOU be?"

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"Customs Inspection"

After an overnight flight to meet my father
at his latest military assignment, my mother
wearily arrived at Rhein-Main Air Base in
Germany with my eight siblings and me -
all under age 11.

Collecting our many suitcases, the ten of use
entered the cramped customs area. A young
customs official watched our entourage in
disbelief, "Ma'am," he said, "do all these
children and this luggage belong to you?"

"Yes, sir," my mother said with a sigh.
"They're all mine."

The customs agent began his interrogation,
"Ma'am, do you have any weapons, contraband
or illegal drugs in your possession?"

"Sir," she calmly answered, "if I'd had any of
those items, I would have used them by now."

The official allowed us to pass without
opening a single suitcase.
Received on Sat Mar 22 17:54:53 2008