MORTGATE CRISIS...IT'S A SMALL, SMALL WORLD!

Now I don't want to get anybody in trouble here, so I will use (let me get my word book...) aliases.

I was talking to my #2 son this afternoon. We'll call him "Elroy." He works for a major banking concern in the mortgage loan department. We'll call it "Elroy's Bank." He lives in a major city in a midwest state that we will call "Elroy's City." In Elroy's City, there is a University that I really hate...well, I really don't hate the University, nor the people there...I just hate their football team.

I mean, they wear "scarlet and gray" for heavens sake (pansies), and they actually thought they could beat my beloved LSU Tigers in the great game of football. LOReallyL...HA HA HA!!!!!!!

So Elroy told me that he was on the telephone today with a lady that was having a problem with paying her home mortgage. She gave him her address, and felt obliged to spell the name of the city that she lived in (it's unfamiliar to most folks). He just laughed and told her that he had grown up in that (unnamed) city, and she didn't need to spell it out.

Elroy told her exactly where to go and make her mortgage payment to Elroy's bank. The branch he referred her to is only a really good tee-shot from the house that I grew up in.

What was even funnier is that Elroy remembered the address. He told the lady, "I used to deliver Pizza to your house...now I own it!"

There's you a mortgage crisis...and a small, small world.

Elroy was just kidding. Elroy's bank wouldn't let him be cruel and cold like that. After all, they're a bank...