You’ve read the title and I know what you’re thinking–shame on you!
But then . . . what if you’re right?
The Great Premise of a good many stories is the burning question, “What if?”In this week’s tale, I once again dip into that endless well of 1960’s American television to pluck a well-known family for your personal entertainment
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“Well Granny, what do you think of our new summer home in the Swiss Alps?”
“Hmpf, we’re hill people, Jed, not mountain goats. You need one leg longer than the other or you’d fall down just going to the mailbox. Then there’s that crazy woman down the hill hollerin’ ‘Yo-da-la-ee-hoo’ all day long.”
“That’s called yodeling, Granny. It’s how Swiss girls try to attract a man.”
“Who’s she trying to catch, Tarzan of the Jungle? I know why they call her Heidi. You could hide a truck behind that girl.”
“Be nice, Granny. Lately, the yodeling has become a mix of giggles and hiccups.”
“Maybe some rheumatiz medicine accidently leaked into her water supply.”
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