Records indicate Len was called Alva in the primary grades and Edison by the time he was in junior high school. Friend, foe and the detention teachers all thought him super inventive. Few know Len is the possible inventor of the Pet Rock. His high school shop teacher when asked about this said, ‘Yeah, that’s something he could make.’
After high school, Len needed a break from inventing, so he went fishing and sat for hours in a rowboat on a very swift turbulent river. He would drift by hamlets, villages and cities and soon people would come out to say, ‘Go Len go.’ His picture was in the local newspapers and all were surprised at his white wide eyed face. Most thought he had invented a new high powered inboard/outboard rowboat motor.
After this experience, Len moved away from the river and invented. His products never flew off store shelves, because his evil rival Thomas owned all of the distribution centers and Len’s product simply were not shipped anywhere. Len, of course took this hard, but did not again go fishing. He just decided to give up inventing. Few knew about this because nobody knew about his past creations.
I had never heard about Len, but my editor said he was a hot commodity being considered by People magazine. I looked at his picture and noticed the IV of Jack Daniels. I said, ’You’ve got to be kidding me.’ My editor said, ’He is sleeveless and does not have that underarm European look.’ I realized then Len could be on the cover of a magazine or a contestant on Wheel of Fortune.
I told my editor, ’I will seek out news of the world about Len,’ but my editor said, ‘He is rather sedentary these days. Just make sure he doesn’t want to shoot you because of questions you might ask him.’ I shivered a bit knowing this was a tough assignment, but I did my crossword puzzle and decided it was best to know nothing more about him. However, when I met him, I was surprised he looked the same as his picture.
I could see Len patriotic by his can of beer, but made my first mistake by asking if I could have one. He pulled his gun, smiled and said, ‘Don’t ask me that question again, son.’ I thought it fruitless to protest, so I took out my notebook and said, ‘Would you answer a few questions about your latest inventions?’ Len smiled and said, ’Most men like to sit and not have to get up often to pee.’
Len went on to explain that filling a large pail with beer and putting feet in it greatly reduced the urination frequency need, plus might have the health benefit of stopping gout. I tried not to think of him as a politician when I said, ’How do you know the proper dose of beer?’ Len looked at me incredulously and said, ’When it is absorbed, it disappears.’ I thought about explaining to him evaporation, but did not want to see his gun.
Len saw me looking at the IV of Jack being dripped into his arm and said, “This might be my greatest invention of all.’ He continued, ’Our life is filled with stress and a media stressing fear and sex. We are a great nation, full of decent people non-government.’ He then looked rather blissfully and said, ’My computer has crashed.’ I said, ’Good, we can talk and we talked a bit about Aztec ruins, which led me to ask, ’Why Jack?’
Len, with rather bloodshot eyes seemed a bit slurred in speech, but spoke clearly when he told me, ’Getting slightly high helps in dealing with the stresses of modern life.’ He smiled and said, ’There’s too much strife on this planet and a constant drop of Jack keeps me feeling pleasant.’ He then informed me he was thinking of selling his idea to local distributors. I thought it wise not to mention Thomas Alva Edison.













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Thank you.
Goodnight and sweet dreams. I'm going to do some ketchup, then write a bit or listen to Cat Stevens.
William your story was brilliant! I'm glad I stayed up after midnight.
Tsk, tsk, it is not considered prim & proper for a lady to stay up past midnight. Clinical research data shows this behavior could lead you down the path of dandelion cultivation. Neighbors will see your yard and see of yellow and you will not be invited to high tea or candlelight suppers.
(You are about receive one of my Gramma Barb sermons!)
Do not ask God why you are so fortunate. Just praise HIM! you are suffering a disability yet you do not consider that when you talk about others suffering. You have suffered a great deal all through your life (you pointed out in a comment to me that you were looked upon as different)
yet when you speak in comparing others suffering to yours you lessen the importance of yours. You suffer humbly the way Jesus suffered. You are not conceited but appreciate others for their gifts even as you share yours. You are a good heart and you feel shame (although I think you should not be ashamed about anything)because there are those who you think are suffering more than you. You CARE William and what you give, you give because you appreciate all that you have. I think you have taken every negative aspect of your life and have indeed made positive from it. I, for one, am very proud to call you a friend.
This statement about William is so true. He is very giving of his time, his skills, and his encouragement. I am also proud and honored to consider him a friend.
I have my ups and downs. Again, thank you.
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(I made one grammar mistake on purpose, but I wanted to attract attention and thought to a specific piece of satire. I really was slooshed by the time I finished. Beer makes me act happy and a bit crazy sometimes.
Does that mean you are crushing grapes with your toes?
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I had no idea Len was so inventive.
Neither did I until my second beer.
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Ouch, it just felt like someone put a needle in my ear.
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(btw...back in the caveman days of nursing we did give alcohol IVs to folks that were going into DTs...it worked)
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TY.
I always suspected Len was some type of an inventor -- the pet rock sounds right. True, even!
I'll be back when I can type a bit better without it hurting, as I broke my thumb and of course, it's the right one, so it's healing all wrong, but if "that's" the worst thing I have to put up with, so be it.
As always, I love your words, your mind....BUT, I really like dandelions.
Hugs,
Mare~
And yes, you're too modest.
I do not know if you drink, guzzle or do not like beer. However, a bottle of beer each day is great for your bones. Beer has a substance called silica that is not found is many food. Silica is necessary for bone health.
I certainly hope you & husband feeling better. Take care. Thank you.
Thank you.
That Communication's degree did me some good over the years. It helps me now to write (even if the rules I learned back then are forgotten or changed since. lol) But, I'm glad I didn't become a journalist. I think they don't teach Who? What? Where? Why? When? and How? all in the first sentence anymore.
When I was a bookkeeper, I had a boss who decided the books should be done for his convenience versus to keep an accurate count of money coming in or going out. Only time I've ever refused to do something, simply because the boss said so. Had I become a journalist, I would have been fired. There's some things in life where there is only one right way to do something - what constitutes "news" now, isn't it. ;)
I believe I lost my Head Teacher job at one private university because I stood up to the Dean and said his plans would cause problems. I found another university and sadly I was right. Within three years of me leaving this private university went from 797 students to 126 students according to a friend working there. I am a very disciplined person in organization a good administrator and a teacher who produce students on fire to continue their learning. Only problem were my methods way way out in left field, but they were clean, decent and enjoyable. Learning should be joyous.
Yes, you did the right thing and it is obvious you understand the disgusting propaganda of USA journalism. (I thought the Vietnam war coverage execellent).