He Went Thatta Way

Taking the first really long road trip in over a year. Heading to Western Maryland to spend time with family over the Thanksgiving weekend. Hopefully, no radar to encounter. However, there may be snow to see. Happy Thanksgiving to you.

Last year, my mailman delivered the mail late in the evening. Last night, as I walked to the mailbox after I got home from work, I was reminded of last year. The ghosts of last year aren't going away quietly, but they will go away. Next year, I will remember the "Music In The Old Church" concert from last weekend along with other stuff that is going to pop up in the next year. Hopefully, there will be a party in the back yard when the weather gets warmer.

No word yet from MCV. For now, I'll wait.

Taking a blog break for the weekend. See you next Monday.

After getting Pope Benedict’s entire luggage loaded into the limo, the driver notices the Pope is still standing on the curb.

"Excuse me, Your Holiness," says the driver, "Would you please take your seat so we can leave?"

"Well, to tell you the truth," says the Pope, "they never let me drive at the Vatican when I was a cardinal, and I'd really like to drive today."

"I'm sorry, Your Holiness, but I cannot let you do that. I'd lose my job! What if something should happen?" protests the driver, wishing he'd never gone to work that morning..

"Who's going to tell?" says the Pope with a smile.

Reluctantly, the driver gets in the back as the Pope climbs in behind the wheel. The driver quickly regrets his decision when, after exiting the airport, the Pontiff floors it, accelerating the limo to 205 kph.

"Please slow down, Your Holiness!" pleads the worried driver, but the Pope keeps the pedal to the metal until they hear sirens.

"Oh, dear God, I'm going to lose my license -- and my job!" moans the driver.

The Pope pulls over and rolls down the window as the officer approaches, but the officer takes one look at him, goes back to his motorcycle, and gets on the radio.

"I need to talk to the Chief," he says to the dispatcher.

The Chief gets on the radio and the officer tells him that he's stopped a limo going 205 kph.

"So bust him," says the Chief.

"I don't think we want to do that, he's really important," said the officer.

The Chief exclaimed,"All the more reason!"

"No, I mean really important," said the officer with a bit of persistence.

The Chief then asked, "Who do you have there, the mayor?"

Officer: "Bigger."

Chief: "A senator?"

Officer: "Bigger."

Chief: "The Prime Minister?"

Officer: "Bigger."

"Well," said the Chief, "who is it?"

Officer: "I think it's God!"

The Chief is even more puzzled and curious, "What makes you think it's God?"

Officer: "His chauffeur is the Pope!"