A man was sitting relaxing in an airplane when another guy d=
ropped into the seat beside him. This new guy was a pale wreck. His hands w=
ere shaking; he was biting his nails; he was moaning in low tones.
"H=
ey, pal, what’s the matter?" asked the first man.
"Oh my, I’ve be=
en transferred to Los Angeles, California," the second answered. "=
;Los Angeles has race riots, rampant street drugs, a high crime rate, and i=
gnored by local government."
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bsp;
"Hold on," said the first man. =
"I’ve lived in Los Angeles all my life, and it’s not as bad as the med=
ia portrays. Find a nice home, go to work, mind your own business, enroll y=
our kids in a good school, and it’s as safe as anywhere in the world."=
The second guy stopped shaking for a moment and said, "Oh, thank God.=
I was worried to death, but if you live there and say it’s OK, I’ll take y=
our word for it. Say, what do you do for a living?"
"What do I do=
?" replied the first, "I’m a tail gunner on a bread truck."
~~~
Dr Bob Griffin
[email protected] www.grif.net
“It is not enough to stare up the steps;
we must s=
tep up the stairs “