The following story is fictional, it may however contain elements of truth.
It was a lovely sunny day, the man had an idea, no one ever had such an idea! Brilliant he thought.
The man and his wife had previously discussed a root cellar, off the garage, inconspicuous where they could store the bountiful harvest from their garden every year.
That is what the wife thought.
The man....he had that other brilliant idea.
He thought to himself........
(truthfully, I have no idea what he thought.)
....Here, in the middle of the wall, in the middle of the laundry room of our lovely finished basement, I will build a root cellar.
He began to excavate, all his strength and grit, he plowed through the cement wall, into the dense packed soil.
He trudged every bucket of soil and rock up the stairs.
Sweat dripping from his brow, probably a beer or two (obviously a beer or two), the man crossed the line.
You know the line- on one side is the man with the big idea,
on the other side of the line is the woman saying, "what the hell were you thinking?!"
He was, none the less, proud of his accomplishment.
Later that sunny day the woman returned home to find this man grinning ear to ear, proud of his great feat.
When suddenly that grin turned to a furled brow, and another beer, and THE LECTURE!
There are rumors a divorce was mentioned.
There are rumors he was to be buried in the root cellar.
They are only rumors.
You see, the man built a beautiful door to hide the root cellar; and life went on, with only whispers of the debacle. Now...they could store the bounty they were blessed with every year in the camouflaged root cellar so conveniently located smack dab in the middle of the basement.
No the man thought..... the pool table would make much better storage!
There is that line again.
At least the man has a nice fish house to live in.
|This may or may not be the man.|
We love em!!
And we can always bury them in the root cellar.
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