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“Hi, it’s Judy.” “Hi Lopdelop. What’s up?” “Heard you finally figured out how to catch the gravy train, Gurf.” “Yeah from philosophy of religion no less.” “You mean that old stuff about pantheism and all that?” “Yeah. I was reading about how in some systems God can be thought of as effect as well as cause.” “If you say so.” “Then I thought, what if I do that myself?” “Do what?” “Create something that becomes me.” “Sounds weird. How?” “Next time I’m in Indianapolis I’ll check and see if either of my boyhood homes is for sale. I’ll buy whichever comes up first. Shouldn’t be expensive, neither was more than a matchbox.” “Then?” “Using our old photos I’ll restore it to exactly the way it was when we lived there. Might even find some of the actual pieces scattered among the family. For the rest shop second hand stores. When it’s finished I’ll add a flagpole and a historical marker and open it for tours. Charging admission of course.” “Who will come?” “No one at first. People will wonder, what’s the big deal, never heard of him. But before long the weirdness of the thing and the publicity will make me famous. Then because I’m famous people will want to see my boyhood home. Fame can usually be converted to wealth in various ways, so soon I’ll be rich too.” “You won’t be able to get a historical marker as just an ordinary person though.” “Then I’ll erect a fake marker saying I was famous for impersonating my own boyhood home. When I do become famous it can be replaced with a real marker saying the same thing.” “You nut you!” “Thank you.” “You’re welcome.” |
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