Jim Foster

But wait there’s more! Suddenly Mr. Rachmaninoff was no longer sad. And do you know why? He realized that having all kinds of money means nothing…

That isn’t part of the story either. That is what we story tellers call useless information just like the stuff our representatives at Queens Park and Ottawa send every year in their Christmas messages.

Fortunately our dear friend, Faye Peters, noticed my predicament and called it to my attention quietly so that only Gary, her beloved, my dear wife, and a few hundred other bathers were aware of my embarrassment.

And so the children were now orphans and since the Conservatives were in power, all 15 kids were tossed out in the street to fend for themselves.

I got away with some pretty far-out stuff about the First Christmas and surprisingly got few comments from the audience when I stepped over the line.

Well drifted is hardly the right word since a cruiser picked her up and two members of the vice squad hauled him in for questioning.

I have to be careful here since it wasn’t my intention to cast aspersions, or for that matter anything else, on anyone, but it was during the dryer business that a political hopeful knocked on our door

I know a disgusting joke about King Billy on a white horse and would tell it here but John, my esteemed editor, would only chop it so why bother?

Now I’m not saying that something bad is going to happen but if I were you I would stick close to home…

Where am I going with all this? I haven’t a clue.