I’d like to thank Claire Cyr, a high school friend of mine, still living and thriving in Maine. She sent this to me, knowing that I love a good story. I know that you do, too. And, happy April Fool’s Day!
THE BOTTLE OF WINE
For all of you who are married, were married, wish you were married, or wish you were not married, this is something to smile about the next time you see a bottle of wine.
Fred was driving home from one of his business trips, in Northern Arizona, when he saw an elderly Navajo man walking on the side of the road. As the trip was a long and quiet one, he stopped the car and asked the Navajo man if he would like a ride.
With a silent nod of thanks, the Indian got into the car.
Resuming the journey, Fred tried – in vain – to make a bit of small talk with the Navajo man. The old man just sat silently, looking intently at everything he saw, studying every little detail, until he noticed a brown bag on the seat next to Fred.
“What in bag?” asked the old man.
Fred looked down at the brown bag and said: “It’s a bottle of wine. I got it for my wife.”
The Navajo man was silent for another moment or two. Then, speaking with the quiet wisdom of an elder, he said: “Good trade!”