Larsen, Carl

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ROAD TO MECCAAwkwardly rolling his great hairy home, the dung-beetle came to a fork in the road, where sat the firefly."Friend-creature," said the beetle, pausing on his endless journey,"could you guide me to the path to Mecca?""I suppose I could," said the firefly, "but tell me first: what is that odious globe you push so reverently?' The beetle smiled and said,"It is my home, my food, my nesting- place, my burial cask. It is the finest excrement on all the continent. I'm taking it to Mecca, to fulfill my Destiny.""Balderdash!" the firefly exclaimed, "only an idiot would undertake a journey such as yours. There is no Mecca, and you are a fool!""Perhaps you're right," said the dung-beetle, "but won't you tell me why you fly about each night with such a brightly-glowing lantern?" The firefly preened his shiny rear."I'm looking for an honest bug," he said.—  Carl Larsen Lock Haven PAA 1937 LINCOLN ZEPHYR V-12My Uncle had a 1937 Lincoln Zephyr V-12.It had an ice-cream white paint job and shiny chrome Zephyr-winged hubcaps to spin round the sun and the moon.Once he parked it in front of the Walhalla Skating Rink, and posed stately-cadish in his blue pin-striped suit.He put his foot on the running board and said 'cheese' into the eye of all eternity, trapped with the hummingbird flash of the shutter, in front of his 1937 Lincoln Zephyr V-12.49

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