You can stay here if......

A man wrote a letter to a small hotel he planned to visit
on his vacation: "I would very much like to bring my dog
with me. He is well-groomed and very well behaved.
Would you be willing to permit me to keep him in my
room with me at night?"

An immediate reply came from the hotel owner, who
said, "I've been operating this hotel for many years.
In all that time, I've never had a dog steal towels,
bedclothes, silverware or pictures off the walls. I've
never had to evict a dog in the middle of the night
for being drunk and disorderly. And I've never had a
dog run out on a hotel bill.

Yes, indeed, your dog is welcome at my hotel.
And, if your dog will vouch for you, you're
welcome to stay here, too."

Bill Bauer
bbauer1@netzero.net

 

Re: Bill.what does it mean to you??????

Surprise! Surprise! Surprise!

Although it might be shown that it had something to do with credit, It had a lot more to do with a bit of humor and a chuckle.

I plan to put up more little chuckles from time to time as I run across them.

I've just seen so darn much useless fighting and bickering going on in past (which we all hope almost against hope are gone forever) that I'd rather show others that there is a different side of me than being harsh, abrasive, or hard to get along with.

I'd like to think that I can add something to the lives of others from time to time that might actually be a bit pleasant and light-hearted. If there is one thing I've learnd in my 71 years is that when life is at it's darkest and the troubles have piled so high that I'm about ready to go shoot myself, there has just got to be somehing funny in there somewhere that I can get a good laugh out of.

In fact, I learned as a child that if I did something wrong and Dad was about ready to get out his hamestrap and take down my pants again, If I could think of something to get him laughing, I'd most likely get out of another severe beating.

Mom was the same way. It was a lot harder to get her to stop beating on me and get her to laughing, but it worked almost every time. Only way I ever got her to stop beating on me was when I got about 14 years old and simply grabbed the board right out of her hands and told her that if she ever beat on me again I was going to use it on her. I finally told her I wasn't gonna take no more of her beatings. I really scared Mom that day, because she knew exactly how strong I had become. Dad knew too, but he wasn't afraid. Even so, our family kinda came to a "mexican standoff" over the beatings. Then one day about 4 years later it came Dad's turn to get scared and they finally stopped completely

Back in the hard times, back in the '20s and 30's on the farms, life was pretty tough and kids grew up stout and strong. What we now call child abuse was better known as "teachin a kid his manners" or "just puttin a kid in his place"

And when those farm kids got into fights, it usually wasn't pretty. Busted arms, noses, black eyse, and worse was the normal outcome of a fight back then. If you lost, it usually took you a while to heal up.

But I digress.

I plan to add a bit of humor every once in a while and I don't have any plans on "aiming" it at anybody or anything.
Just humor for humor's sake. Good laugh don't hurt nobody

Bill Bauer
bbauer1@netzero.net