I have found a literary masterpiece which will ring true to most men. Click to Front Porch Republic, you’ll be glad you did.
Some quotes to whet your appetite:
In the beginning:
“…there’s much work to do—and five secrets to keep from the Chief Eye-Roller.”
And the story begins:
“…ever since as a young boy I saw a few license plates hanging in the machine shed on my grandfather’s farm I have longed for an out-building to hang license plates in. Now I have one, and like Henry the 8th I will have no opposition. Until…”
Which leads to:
“So much for secret number five. The fourth is worse. It’s the day prior, and we’re in the car. I hand her the mail and notice, I think, a letter from an attorney’s office….”
And then:
“‘Uh-huh. And when were you going to tell me about this? Your secrets aren’t safe with you, you know’. (So much for secret number four.) ‘Right after telling you about running over the phone line with the lawn mower.’”
Which leads to:
“Probably some pasty-faced Barney Fife, first day on the job, patrolling church parking lots…”
And ends with:
“…if I would have let the mechanics do the job, it would have cost me five times that. So I’m flush. I’m a millionaire. I could buy my kids ice cream and the Clippers.”
If that doesn’t pique your interest nothing will. Read the story to fill in the blanks.
