A Safe Driver on Fables

Every so often, someone or other from the time and area I grew up in will ask me if I remember when there used to be 'white dog turds'. I always say "Yes, I remember those...." usually on a downbeat because I start to automatically sort through my database of images of memories of dog turds and I don't want to do that.

Here is, to the best of my information encumbered ability, two legends of white turds.

I installed, configured and played with infobot. I liked it. Both times that I started this software again, an old childhood acquaintence would appear. She was the older sister of Kris and her name was Gretchen. My infobots name was also Gretchen.

The fable about the "Boy Who Cried Wolf" was an effective way for my dad to explain to me the reason I should not lie to him about danger when there really was none. Contemplating this as an adult, I am now thinking that the europeans did not really care about their flocks or else they would have replaced this little boy with a signaling device that they could believe in...