Steve's Shorts

Thanks for the calls from a couple of people about the plans Guyton
has to dump “reject water” into the Ogeechee. Mr. Carney was telling
me how you used to be able to see the white sand on the bottom of the
river, but those days are gone now. The Ogeechee is one of the few
remaining rivers in America that isn’t horribly polluted. I’d think
Guyton could find a better way to store or cleanse that reject water
rather than dumping it in the Geechee!

...Things I learned while reading about other things...
• In Peekskill, New York, Police said a man ran his truck into a
parked car, then had trouble getting his truck loose from the damaged
car. So his drinking buddy, the passenger, took over behind the
wheel, and after a few minutes, got the truck freed from the wreck,
and took off down the street. Just a block later, he, too, hit a
parked car. Both men were arrested for driving while intoxicated and
fleeing the scene of a damage to property accident.

...I’ve got a little poem to pass along. It’s called...
It’s Best To Keep In Touch...

Jake, the rancher, went one day
To fix a distant fence.
The wind was cold and gusty
And the clouds rolled gray and dense.

As he pounded the last staples in
And gathered tools to go,
The temperature had fallen,
The wind and snow began to blow.

When he finally reached his pickup,
He felt a heavy heart.
From the sound of that ignition,
He knew it wouldn't start.

So Jake did what most of us
Would do if we had been there.
He humbly bowed his balding head
And sent aloft a prayer.

As he turned the key for the last time,
He softly cursed his luck.
They found him three days later,
Frozen stiff in that old truck.

Now Jake had been around in life
And done his share of roaming.
But when he saw Heaven, he was shocked --
It looked just like Wyoming!

Of all the saints in Heaven,
His favorite was St. Peter.
(Now, this line really ain't needed
But it helps with rhyme and meter!)

So they set and talked a minute or two,
Or maybe it was three.
Nobody was keeping' score...
In Heaven, time is free.

"I've always heard," Jake said to Pete,
that God will answer prayer,
But one time I asked for help,
Well, he just plain wasn't there."

"Does God answer prayers of some,
And ignore the prayers of others?
That don't seem exactly square...
I know all men are brothers."

"Or does he randomly reply,
Without good rhyme or reason?
Maybe, it's the time of day,
The weather or the season."

"Now I ain't trying to act smart,
it's just the way I feel.
And I was wondering', could you tell me...
What the heck's the deal?!"

Peter listened very patiently
And when Jake was done,
There were smiles of recognition,
And he said, "So, you're the one!!"

"That day your truck, it
wouldn't start,
And you sent your prayer a flying,
You gave us all a real bad time,
With hundreds of us trying."

"A thousand angels rushed,
To check the status of your file,
But you know, Jake, we hadn't heard
From you in quite a while."

"And though all prayers are answered,
And God ain't got no quota,
He didn't recognize your voice,
And started a truck in Minnesota!"

...“When you were born, you cried and the world rejoiced. Live your
life in such a manner that when you die, the world cries and you
rejoice!”

...Take care this week, stay safe, and in the words of the great Red
Skelton, “May God Bless.”