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To: Crocodile who wrote (53901)	7/26/2000 12:51:04 PM
From: Gauguin	Read Replies (4) \| Respond to of 71178

I would like to meet the guy who thought of naming the town Truth or Consequences. Wouldn't anyone? I mean, this guy has got to be interesting. But not too Out There, as he got them to listen; got them to do it; to change the whole town's name to Truth or Consequences. Where was he? It had to be a special moment. Very special moment. Like at a Town Council meeting, or in church. "I GOT IT!!!" uh? "Sorry, Revrend Klooster!! We call the town Truth or Consequences!!" And then the sweltery heads rise in chorus, and like a real revival meetin, they shout. Then they burst out the doors and dance down the streets of Leave it Blank, arms awave. Voices ashout. Feet and arms akimbo to the limbo. Well, something like that must have happened. What's your explanation? Why was this guy's idea accepted? Ideas like that are NEVER accepted. And you know, it had to be one person's idea; first. That they had it first; and they blurted it out somewhere and somebody else had to say "Yah!" Immediately. It had to get some momentum. Otherwise; nuh-uh. Otherwise; Snowball in Hell, New Mexcio. They probably couldn't ~ this inventor-person couldn't ~ have had the idea, and then written to the paper. The weekly paper. Because whoever they told it to, in the car at the Tastee Freeze, would have said, duh, Frank, that sucks; or something. Or the he would have thought, "God, every time I think of an idea, nobody likes it. This has been getting really embarrassing. It's not worth the hassle.. And that witch Melda wouldn't even print my letter about the pavement." Nope; he must have been in a crowd, that was wistful, or listful, or some such think. Overcome by the heat. Where he could jump up, straight up, and exclaim ~ like an exclamation point ~ even looking like an exclamation point ~ where he could spontaneously hosanna, "Truth or Consequences!!! I think we should name the town Truth or Consequences!!" "Dear God Alimighty! I ~ I think he's right!" "A-men!" "A-men." "Ahmen." I like him. I even like to think he was my father, or something. In another life, maybe. I am convinced these things are genetic. Not Lamarckian. You know Norfolk? Virginia? He was also the guy who proposed Sowfolk, which was just down the road. My father was famous.