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Hi all, This one certainly amused me but oh so very true




The Stranger!



A few years after I was born, my Dad met a stranger


who was new to our small town. From the beginning,


Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer


and soon invited him to live with our family. The


stranger was quickly accepted and was around


from then on.


As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my


family. In my young mind, he had a special niche.


My parents were complementary instructors: Mom


taught me good from evil, and Dad taught me to obey.


But the stranger... he was our storyteller. He would


keep us spellbound for hours on end with adventures,


mysteries and comedies.



If I wanted to know anything about politics, history


or science, he always knew the answers about the past,


understood the present and even seemed able to predict


the future! He took my family to the first major league


ball game. He made me laugh, and he made me cry. The


stranger never stopped talking, but Dad didn't seem


to mind.


Sometimes, Mom would get up quietly while the rest of


us were shushing each other to listen to what he had to


say, and she would go to the kitchen for peace and quiet.



(I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to leave.)


Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions,


but the stranger never felt obligated to honour them.


Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our home - not


from us, our friends or any visitors. Our long time visitor,

however, got away with four-letter words that burned my


ears and made my dad squirm and my mother blush.




My Dad didn't permit the liberal use of alcohol but the


stranger encouraged us to try it on a regular basis. He made

cigarettes look cool, cigars manly, and pipes distinguished.


He talked freely (much too freely!) about sex. His comments


were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally



I now know that my early concepts about relationships were

influenced strongly by the stranger. Time after time, he


opposed the values of my parents, yet he was seldom rebuked

... And NEVER asked to leave.


More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved


in with our family. He has blended right in and is not nearly


as fascinating as he was at first. Still, if you could walk into


my parents' den today, you would still find him sitting over


in his corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and


watch him draw his pictures.





His name?....


We just call him 'TV.'


(Note: This should be required

reading for every household!)


He has a wife now....we call her 'Computer.'


Their first child is "Cell Phone". His Girlfriend was Face Book!!


Second child "I Pod "







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Very good Bob,I have known a few of the offspring :) thank God I have never had the need to open my life up to those that indulge in Face Book, I suppose I see all the downsides in it & sure if I want to have a chat I just send some e mails of pop on here or just simply go meet with a friend. Thanks for keeping us amused all year & for all the times I have splurted over the screen as I read your always entertaining posts, merry christmas.


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O dear SHWBO is a pc convict and have found it easier to message her it then gets attention.


Sad old world when the tin can is old tech, string unobtainable and distance is something not considered.



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