These are photos from my first season working at the 
“Dear old man,” she said, softening down, & a little shifting the subject, “when you think of that old kinsmen of yours, you know there must be a secret closet in this chimney.”
“Secret ash-hole, wife, why don’t you have it? Yes, I dare say there is a secret ash-hole in the chimney; for where do all the ashes go to that we drop down the queer hole yonder?”
“I know where they go to; I’ve been there almost as many times as the cat.”
“What devil, wife, prompted you to crawl into the ash-hole! Don’t you know that St Dunston’s devil emerged from the ash-hole? You will get your death one these days, exploring all about as you do. But supposing there be a secret closet, what then?”
“What, then? why what should be in a secret closet but – ”
“Dry bones, wife,” broke in I with a puff, while the sociable old chimney broke in with another.
-Herman Melville, “I and my Chimney” (1856)
Infinite sad mischief has resulted from the profane bursting open of secret recesses.
-Herman Melville, “I and my Chimney” (1856)
A man walks into a bar, & half of his head is an orange.
The bartender says: “If you don’t mind me asking, why is half of your head an orange?”
The man replies: “Well, it’s a funny story. I was in a mysterious cave in
The bartender said: “Gee, that’s a pretty smart wish.”
The man says, “Yeah. For my second wish, I asked that no matter where I passed out, no matter how drunk or wasted I was, when I woke up, I would be in my own bed with no hangover.”
The bartender said: “Wow, that’s a really great wish. What was your third wish?”
The man says, “For my third wish, I asked that half of my head would be an orange.”
-Joke told to me by Miss Jennie Jo Lee.
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