Awww, Schist!

It has happened. I have evolved into an executive secretary for the special person in my life. I answer phones. I take messages. I relay information. I make things go! I finally realize that that all executive secretaries are overworked, under paid and under-appreciated. They are the brains behind every home organization. I am in the process of forming a national ” home executive secretary” day. Why not have one more useless reason to celebrate?
Actually my attitude is pretty good. It was 35 degrees this morning. The sun was shining. Temperatures are rising. There is some of the best college basketball of the year on the tube. The NCAA tournament starts next week and UW-Madison along with Marquette should represent Wisconsin. There might even be a bet or two placed. I’ve got free golf lessons coming. And Brett Favre is coming back. Does it get any better.
Now to “Aw, Schist”. This can only happen in America. A left handed pitcher named Mike White of the LA Dodgers has been trying to make it to the major leagues for many years and at age 29 has managed to pitch in 6 total games. But his dream is alive. Several years ago, he helped out an elderly aunt with her nursing home bills by buying 50 acres of land from her in Massachusett for $50,000. He was clearing off land for a home on his newly purchased property but he found nothing but rock. He hired a geologist to tell him what kind of property he had bought. It turns out he bought “schist”. It is not a dirty word. It is a type of mica flatstone used for patios, sidewalks, and building. It is worth $100 per ton. He has over $2 billion (yes, that is with a “b”) of schist on his property. Mike is an instant billionaire
So while the highest paid athlete in history (Alex Rodriquez) signed for $250 million dollars over 10 years, Mike White stumbled onto 10 times that amount. That is a lot of schist.
So what will Mike White do? Will he pursue the pitching career or return to a Massachusetts mining business. He has lots of choices. His career will probably turn to schist.
Why doesn’t that kind of schist happen to me? For me “schist” is spelled different.
I hope “schist” happens to you!
Love,
Dad