May 27, 2004
by lyle e davis
“On the 21st of the month, the best man I know
will do what he always does on the 21st of the month. He'll sit down
and pen a love letter to his best girl. He'll say how much he misses
her and loves her and can't wait to see her again.
Then he'll fold it once, slide it in a little envelope and walk into
his bedroom. He'll go to the stack of love letters sitting there on
her pillow, untie the yellow ribbon, place the new one on top and
tie the ribbon again. The stack will be 180 letters high then,
because the 21st will be 15 years to the day since Nellie, his
beloved wife of 53 years, died.
In her memory, he sleeps only on his half of the bed, only on his
pillow, only on top of the sheets, never between, with just the old
bedspread they shared to keep him warm.
There's never been a finer man in American sports than John Wooden,
or a finer coach. He won 10 NCAA basketball championships at UCLA,
the last in 1975. Nobody has ever come within six of him.
Copyright © 2003 The
George W. Bush meets with the Queen of England. He
asks her, "Your Majesty, how do you run such an efficient
government? Are there any tips you can give to me?"
Well," says the Queen, "the most important thing is to surround
yourself with intelligent people."
Bush frowns. "But how do I know the people around me are really
The Queen takes a sip of tea. "Oh, that's easy. You just ask them to
answer an intelligence riddle."
The Queen pushes a button on her intercom. "Please send Tony Blair
in here, would you?"
Tony Blair walks into the room.