When you start questioning math and the distance, you can see. The moon if 250,000 miles away seemed wild, the sun 92,955,807 miles in yet on a globe with 6 inches curvature of earth per mile, the view should be limited to how much 325 miles or what is the line of sight?
Record Flat Earth Photograph - 326 miles/43,848 feet hidden
Mr.Blank's reputation as a card shark had preceded him. No one accused him of being dishonest, but on the other hand no one accused him of being honest.
Groucho Marx
Due to my appearance and disability I often times get a question as to what happened to me. At first, I am the poster child for diabetes and having lived through several amazing God saving miracles my stories astonish people.
After a while, however, one gets tired of saying the food I ate killed my right ankle, making me a zombie for 17 days prior to the doctors discovering the issue and my story about my foot dying for five says making me a zombie also before they operated and removed my foot is kind of stale.
So the very next time a kid asked what happened, I made up this story about my ankle. My wife and I were snowmobiling in Yellowstone park when we accidentally got stuck. My wife made a big deal of the whole issue and awoke a Grizzly bear which chased us up a tree. I got her secure and sound, nevertheless; the bear got me and took my leg then stuffed me into a snowdrift for careful keeping and went back to sleep.
The kid's eyes about bugged out of his head hearing this. He then whispered so my wife would not hear what happened to my left foot.
Here I told him I had taken my wife and two kids to the Great Salt Lake, and some drug lord had just recently released his eleven-foot shark into the lake. The shark went after my family, so I jumped in saved them but the shark got my foot.
By this time, his mother was kind of looking at me wondering. My wife hurried in and assured her that I was only joking looking very cross with me.
The kid asked in a real whisper this time what happened to my eye, which was bleeding at the time and had a pirate patch on it. I asked him if he had ever watched the Three Stogies? He had not. I told him do not play the three Stogies with your wife when she is mad. She'll poke your eye. At that time the plane we were going to board called us, and I waved to the little boy. I think I could hear him say he was never going to play with girls; they were too tough. Even so, maybe my hearing is off by 50 percent so that could have been an added benefit of fibbing that day.
The life of a want to be Groucho Marx when I grow up.