Laughter

Greetings from afar, my Lobolians!

Well, not that afar, since I really don't know how far away the noncommentors are. To let me know, give me a comment, any comment. I don't feel up to any sort of hard knock analysis today, so I will just tell another story, like the one I gave about the little boy and his mother.
The young women stepped off the private jet, glad the trip was over. She had come a long way for this trip, all the way from heaven in fact. "Why did we have to come all the way to Earth when we're all dead Albert?"
"Vell," Said Albert. "I don't really know. But I rather like Earth, it has so many trees. Every time I come here I am glad they have not been blown to bits by a nuclear bomb. No thanks to those warmongers who run everything after all. But perhaps now peace will haff a chance Rosa."
"What makes you say that Al? I'm just a simple recently dead seamstress after all, and I remember thinking that forty years ago. Peace still hasn't come to the world."
Albert paused, thinking over just how long it had been since he'd been alive to think about peace. It seemed to have slipped his mind. "Vell, I know I'm considered to be the smartest human of the last century, but actually it was something this one president has been saying lately. He was talking about all the corners we have been turning lately, and something about light at the end of the tunnel. Now, since Americans elect their leaders, obviously they would elect a smart, intelligent man, and this one did go to Yale."
Rosa shook her head. "Al, he got d's in all his classes, and failed a bunch of them."
Albert laughed. "No matter Rosa, so did I."
"Yeah, you really weren't an Einstein!" Rosa joked, and the two got on the plane laughing and laughing.
That's the way peace really will have a chance. Laugh some today.

Roman Wolf