After a thorough drubbing in the midterms, a number of former candidates were looking for a quiet place to lick their wounds without the stinking paparazzi sticking a camera in their face or some news goon doing the same thing with the microphone, asking for comments. Though the location they found was off the beaten path, there was some question if room service would be up to the standards they had come to expect while on the campaign trail . . .
Everybody has their dream job, and most of Jack’s friends thought he had the job they wanted–testing fly fishing equipment in Glacier Park in Montana. While it was a good job, and in a tight economy he was grateful for this–or any job–but his real dream job had always been creating chocolate covered or creme filled snack cakes for Little Debbie . . .
John’s sister had moved from Montana to New York to take a job with a major marketing firm and was all excited about her new apartment. She was especially proud that it had a view of Central Park–if you looked between the two buildings in back of her one-room walk-up and the light was just right. “Why,” she asked her brother, “don’t they have views like that back home in Montana . . .?”
When Al from the Texas Gulf Coast was told he had to visit relatives in “Joisey,” thoughts of Newark and big industry consumed him. He remembered the old joke about why New Jersey got all the toxic waste dumps and New York got all the lawyers. Answer: New Jersey got first choice. . . Then he looked on the map and saw it was western New Jersey, something he hadn’t known existed . . .
LaVerne really liked the old Three Stooges films, but he did wish his friends didn’t feel they had to call him “Curly” . . .
People often wonder what inspires a poet or song writer. While on tour and doing a show in Houston, Jim Morrison and the band had a day’s layover and decided to take a drive through the coastal bayou country. The sunset was stunning, and the rest is history . . .
