Aren't they great? We have all heard them in the past from friends, family or that weird old guy that sits by the water all day long. They are part of our lives and heritage. Lately I have been thinking about them and how much I love stories. I suppose for me the best job would be an old time storyteller, the guy who sits in the centre of town spinning tales for children and adults alike.
Stories are a beautiful thing; I wonder who will tell my story when I am gone and how will it sound? Will I be a good man? A fair man? Perhaps a father or champion among those around me. There is always one story I never forget and it goes like this:
At the bait shop...
Clerk: Yep, `General Sherman'. They say he's five hundred
pounds of bottom-dwelling fury, don't you know. No one knows
how old he is, but if you ask me (and most people do), he's
hundred years if he's a day.
Customer: And uh no one's ever caught him?
Clerk: Well, one fella came close. Went by the name of Homer.
Seven feet tall he was, with arms like tree trunks. His eyes
were like steel, cold, hard. Had a shock of hair, red like the
fires of Hell.
Enjoy the story folks.
White Knight,
1 comment:
This sounds like a guy I know. He's a big round cartoon like character with huge round buggy eyes and I think maybe 4 hairs on his head. His skin colour is like an yellow colour and he has been on for like 19 seasons or something like that. He has children by the names of Maggie, Lisa and Bart as well as a lovely wife with long blue hair named Marge. What a great family.
It's funny that we have friends that sound the same. LOL
Thanks Ben, great post.
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