William James was giving a lecture about the nature of life and the universe. Afterward, an old woman came up to him and said, Professor James, you have it all wrong.”
“How so, madam?”
“Things aren’t at all like you said.” The world is on the back of turtles.”
“Hmm,” mused the professor. “That may be so, but where does that turtle stand?”
“On the back of another turtle.”
“But, madam, where does that turtle stand?”
The old woman replied triumphantly, “It’s no use, professor, it’s turtles all the way down!”
So, I went to Bob’s Pub in J-Town for a meeting last night. I had the Fish and Chips. They gave me a sandwich and some potato chips. Not what I was expecting but the fish was good. I ordered An Old Forester on the Rocks, but they were out of it but did have the premium label for a few dollars more, would I want that? Sure I said. When it came time to pay, I discovered I had forgotten to bring my wallet. I asked my friend Bob to cover for me which he did. How much was it? I asked. How much do you want to tip, Maggie asked. I always tip 20% I said. Bob said he always tipped 25%. Well, that’s pretty generous, I quipped, but go ahead, How much do I owe you? $50.00 he said. OK, I’ll pay you on Monday night the next time I see you. At about that time, I realized I had my wallet. It was in my left pocket instead of my right pocket where I usually keep it. Here, I say, I have my wallet after all. I’ll go ahead and pay. I already paid, said Bob. OK. I’ll pay you. Do you have a 10? So, I forked over three 20s and he gave me back a 10 and we were square. When I got home, I was telling Lula what happened, and she said you are slurring your words. How many drinks did you have? Three, I said. 100 proof? she asked. Maybe. Maybe. Then she said $50.00?!? Like I had done something wrong. Well, it must have been the drinks, I said. Anyway, another cold night in Louisville, Kentucky.
Ghost Dog 