when my grandparents asked how work was I told them, dutifully, about the cleaning solution and the pregnant hostess. and the man in camo. with the hook. Then Papa told me this:

"when I worked at the press... (he worked for a company that manufactured books; every month he would bring home a copy of Limited Edition: Swiss Family Robinson or the Spanish translation of The Hunchback of Notre Dame) ...there was a man who had a "hook", but it was one of those two pronged claws so he could pick things up, you know. He had lost his hand in a mechanical accident at work. The prosthesis started half way up his forearm, so he still had full use of his elbow, and he got around just fine. Kept up his work at the press and everything.
well, he had always love to play golf, so my dad (my great-grandfather) cut the handle off all of his clubs and welded nuts to them. When the guy went golfing, he took out a wrench, removed his hook, and screwed the golf club directly to his arm. And wouldn't you know it, he was the best damn golfer you'd ever seen. 'cause, you see, when he played golf, he didn't have to worry about his wrist flopping about or anything, like the other guys. he'd just go out there and whack away...and no one wanted to play him cause he was so good! isn't that funny! nice guy though...great guy...."


Cait's back and I just made the best program page the world has ever known. Happy Saturday.

ash @ 4:33 PM