“Dennis is Looking for the Big Time”

I found a long-lost cousin the other day on the Internet. Or, to be more accurate, Clarissa found me. I can’t tell you exactly how we’re kin, but the branches of the tree meet somewhere back there. It’s been about ten years since we’ve seen each other and that was at a family reunion. We’ve had a big time sending emails back and forth catching up on the all the family happenings.

I’m enjoying Clarissa’s unique brand of humor. She’s the type of person that makes you smile when you see her name in your inbox.

Yesterday I asked her about another relative that has fallen off the family radar.

“Oh, I hear from Dennis occasionally,” Clarissa wrote back. “When’s the last time you saw him?”

I told Clarissa I thought it had been at that same reunion. At the time, he was worked up over some get-rich quick scheme and trying to get some investors, suckers if you will, to go in with him. “So, where is he and how’s he doing?” I typed.

Clarissa’s message flew back quickly. Dennis, she told me, was out in California, working on his second million.

I couldn’t hit reply fast enough. “Wait a minute, I said. Are we talking about the same Dennis– the one that has followed one pipe dream after the other, the traveling salesman who couldn’t sell ice in the desert? What in the world is he doing and when did he start on his second million?”

Clarissa’s next email dropped in my box with a big old smiley face across the top. Underneath it she had written, “Right after he gave up on the first.”

Hugs,
Shellie