Wednesday, September 22, 2004

HOT AIR

A man was traveling in a hot air balloon and had become completely lost. He spied a man walking way down below, so he lowered the balloon within calling range.

“Excuse me,” he called out, “I promised a friend I would meet him a half hour from now and I have no idea where I am. Can you help me out?”

The man on the ground said, “Certainly. You are in a hot air balloon about 30 feet above the ground. You're at longitude 70 degrees west and latitude 30 degrees north.”

The man in the balloon thought on it a moment and said, “You have got to be a sponsor.”

The man on the ground said, “As a matter of fact I am a sponsor, but how did you know?”

The man in the balloon said, “Everything you've told me is technically correct, but I have no idea what to do with the information and, frankly, I'm still lost.”

The man on the ground nodded and said, “You must be a sponsee.”

The man in the balloon said , “As a matter of fact, I am a sponsee, but how did you know?”

The man on the ground said, “You have no idea where you are, you have no idea where you're going. You've made a promise you have no idea how to keep. You expect me to solve your problem for you and even though you are in the exact same position you were in before we met, it's now somehow become my fault.”


Nothing is as frustrating as arguing with someone who knows what he's talking about. —Sam Ewing

Barry B. Longyear








Barry is still in the hospital. He will be having heart by-pass surgery
the 23rd.
Regina B. Longyear



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