Andy & Eddie

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Andy & Eddie

One day Andy was rummaging through the collection of old

photos in the attic, when he came across one that he hadn't seen in years.
It was an old

faded picture of his school chum, Eddie White. They'd run together for most
of their growing

years, but the school system sent them to different Senior schools, and that
was the last

they'd ever seen of each other. Andy wondered how Eddie was doing, and for
the days and

weeks that followed he just couldn't get Eddie out of his thoughts. He
explained the

waves of nostalgia that kept rolling over him to his neighbour one day, and
his neighbour

suggested that he take the time to look Eddie up. It took him months and
months of careful

research, but finally he traced him to a cotton mill in Manchester. His
parents had

moved to Manchester shortly after Andy and Eddie had started Senior school,
and that was

why they'd never seen each other all these years. Eddie had done well for
himself. Andy learned that he had worked his

way up to chief cotton buyer for the mill, and so with great anticipation
Andy boarded

the train to Manchester. The following day, he went into the reception area
of the mill and

asked the receptionist to inform Eddie that an old pal was waiting
downstairs to see him. The receptionist simply smiled, and Andy's heart
sank as she

informed him that Mr. White had gone abroad to buy cotton for the mill, and
he wouldn't be

back for at least four weeks. It was a tremendous disappointment, but Andy
said that he'd

try again in four weeks. And that was how it went on and on.

Every time Andy went to the mill to see Eddie, he was informed that he'd
just left to

buy cotton for the mill. But one day, the receptionist took pity on him, and
said to

Andy, "Look, I've just spoken to Mr. White's secretary, and she

assures me that he is very eager to meet you again after all these years,
and that he'll

definitely be in his  office on the 18th of next month to see you. And he

that a very firm promise. He'll not go anywhere that day to buy cotton!"

So Andy had this assurance, the weeks went by, and the 18th

came along. On that morning,     Andy walked into the reception area with a
spring in his

step, when suddenly the receptionist's face told him that he'd be
disappointed yet again.

"But this is dreadful;" moaned Andy, "please don't tell me that he's gone
off to buy

more cotton. Every time, it's the same old thing. 'Mr. White isn't here
right now. He's in Egypt buying cotton!'"

"Er, no," said the receptionist. "It's worse than that. You see, MrWhite.
Dropped dead in the car park the other day."  What?" cried Andy, "My friend
Eddie, dead? I don't believe

what I'm hearing!" "I know how you must be feeling," sympathised the

receptionist, "but perhaps you'd like to see the monument that the company
set up over his grave.  It's just

across the road in that cemetery." So Andy sadly dragged his tired feet over
to the cemetery,

and walked  up to the huge  black marble monument that was erected over
Eddie's grave, and through his tears Andy

began to read the magnificent gold lettering carved on the front of

the monument:

"Here lies Eddie White

Gone, but not for cotton.

Paddy.... :tease:
This is one race of people for whom psychoanalysis is of no use whatsoever - Sigmund Freud (about the Irish)

Never argue with a fool, they will lower you to their level and then beat you with experience.


Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Paddy. 

Take a walk through the "Security Garden" -- Where Everything is Coming up Roses!

Remember - A day without laughter is a day wasted.
May the wind sing to you and the sun rise in your heart.


That was a good long story:  :D   One could modify that one in several ways and they would all be good.

Thanks for sharing it: