Gifts From Gail
Random thoughts as I ponder life's journey...
Thursday, February 21, 2013
The Volunteer Fire Chief in a small town had just been buried. The last words of the service were over and his friends and family started toward their cars.
However, they stopped, because a strange, eerie sound suddenly was heard from the grave.
As the guests looked around, a colleague of the deceased said, "Don't worry...it's just the dispatcher toning him out."
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