Saturday, October 19, 2002

My father and I talking about business.

Me: We’re smart people. Why aren’t we rich?
Dad: I’ve often wondered that myself.
Me: Seems there ought to be something we can do to make money.
Dad: Yeah, what are our talents?
Me: Well, I can write.
Dad: And I can read!
Me: You know, once upon a time that would’ve been a guarantee of income.
Dad: Damn! Born too late again!
Me: Cruel fates!