Dear Dave.
News from the bay:
<<When Mr.. Wilkins answered the door late in the evening one
>day after he'd lost his wife scuba diving, he was greeted by
>two grim-faced policemen. "We're sorry to call on you at this
>hour, Mr. Wilkens, but we have some information about your wife."
>
>"Well...tell me!" he demanded.
>
>The policeman said, "We have some bad news, some pretty good
>news, and some really great news. Which do you want to hear first?"
>
>Fearing the worse, Mr. Wilkins said, "Give me the bad news first."
>
>So the policeman said, "I'm sorry to tell you sir, but we found
>your wife's body this morning in San Francisco Bay."
>
>"OH MY GOD!," said Mr. Wilkens, overcome by emotion. Then,
>remembering what the policeman had said, he asked, "What's
>the good news?"
>
>"Well," said the policeman, "When we pulled her up she had two
>five-pound lobsters and a dozen good size Dungeoness crabs on her."
>
>"Huh?" he said, not understanding. "So, what's the great news?"
>
>The policeman smiled, licked his chops, and said, "We're going
>to pull her up again tomorrow morning." |
