Some Things I Just Do Not Understand

According to this Star City piece, the upstart Shooting Creek Brewery  in Floyd County has for some reason merited the unwanted door-to-door attention of some local ministers of abstinence, even while the local Express Mart and other similar establishments in the town of Floyd–not to mention the high-volume assorted wineries already well established in the county are ignored, the latter group of ETOH outlets no doubt selling many times the volume of 12 ounce and one-liter Sin than the new microbrewery will for some time to come. I suppose there’s no such thing as “bad publicity” but…

And this just in via authoritative email from a co-worker…

After having dug to a depth of 10 feet last year, New York scientists found traces of copper wire dating back 100 years and came to the conclusion, that their ancestors already had a telephone network more than 100 years ago.

Not to be out done by the New Yorkers, in the weeks that followed, in California an archaeologist dug to a depth of 20 feet, and shortly after, headlines in the LA Times newspaper read: ‘ California archaeologists have found traces of 200 year old copper wire and have concluded that their ancestors already had an advanced high-tech communications network a hundred years earlier than the New Yorkers.’

One week later, THE FLOYD PRESS, a local newspaper in Virginia , reported the following: After digging as deep as 30 feet in his pasture near Goose Creek, Floyd County, Virginia, Bubba Whitlock, a self-taught archaeologist, reported that he found absolutely nothing. Bubba has therefore concluded that 300 years ago, Virginia had already gone wireless.

Thank God for Bubba. Who said Virginians were hicks?

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2 thoughts on “Some Things I Just Do Not Understand”

  1. I seem to recall my grandmother’s mentioning the early wireless network. She was born in Monongalia County Virginia (Later W. Va) before moving to Oklahoma, then Missouri. Glad for the confirmation!

  2. Even Ministers get thirsty. Especially ministers of abstinence.

    Why not pick up some brew under the guise of friendly proselytizing? Sermon at the front door, pickup at the back.

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