{"id":34899,"date":"2026-02-16T07:21:17","date_gmt":"2026-02-16T13:21:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/brianjnoggle.com\/blog\/?p=34899"},"modified":"2026-02-16T09:48:54","modified_gmt":"2026-02-16T15:48:54","slug":"like-the-old-joke","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/brianjnoggle.com\/blog\/2026\/02\/16\/like-the-old-joke\/","title":{"rendered":"Like the Old Joke"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The old joke about the flood, sorry, the <a href=\"https:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Parable_of_the_drowning_man\" target=\"_new\"><em>parable of the drowning man<\/em><\/a>, goes:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>A storm descends on a small town, and the downpour soon turns into a flood. As the waters rise, the local preacher kneels in prayer on the church porch, surrounded by water. By and by, one of the townsfolk comes up the street in a canoe.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Better get in, Preacher. The waters are rising fast.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;No,&#8221; says the preacher. &#8220;I have faith in the Lord. He will save me.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Still the waters rise. Now the preacher is up on the balcony, wringing his hands in supplication, when another guy zips up in a motorboat.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Come on, Preacher. We need to get you out of here. The levee&#8217;s gonna break any minute.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Once again, the preacher is unmoved. &#8220;I shall remain. The Lord will see me through.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>After a while the levee breaks, and the flood rushes over the church until only the steeple remains above water. The preacher is up there, clinging to the cross, when a helicopter descends out of the clouds, and a state trooper calls down to him through a megaphone.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Grab the ladder, Preacher. This is your last chance.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Once again, the preacher insists the Lord will deliver him.<\/p>\n<p>And, predictably, he drowns.<\/p>\n<p>A pious man, the preacher goes to heaven. After a while he gets an interview with God, and he asks the Almighty, &#8220;Lord, I had unwavering faith in you. Why didn&#8217;t you deliver me from that flood?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>God shakes his head. &#8220;What did you want from me? I sent you two boats and a helicopter.&#8221;<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>That&#8217;s longer than it was in <em>Readers Digest<\/em>.  But.<\/p>\n<p>I mentioned in September 2024 that I <a href=\"https:\/\/brianjnoggle.com\/blog\/2024\/09\/23\/brian-j-was-an-heir-to-a-long-lost-relatives-fortune-briefly-in-his-head\/\" target=\"_new\">received a packet<\/a> from an heir hunter outfit who informed me, with some degree of truth but the exact amount of which I remain uncertain, that a distant relation with an estate died without a will, and I could sign with them to put in a claim.  Well, the heir hunter managed to gather 12 or 13 of my closest distant kin to sign on&#8211;including my brother, but not my mother&#8217;s sister.  The estate published for the required weeks in the <em>Mound City News<\/em>.  A claimant put in a charge for an unpaid bill in January 2025, but the online court docket shows nothing since.<\/p>\n<p>Well, we must be getting close to some sort of resolution, because we received a second packet from the heir hunter last week, telling us we still have to time to sign on.  <\/p>\n<p>I have spent a sleepless night overthinking it, but my beautiful wife has conducted some research that indicates that if I don&#8217;t put in a claim, that bit of money might go to the state&#8217;s Unclaimed Property fund.  So maybe we will look into introducing ourselves to the Holt County Court after all.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The old joke about the flood, sorry, the parable of the drowning man, goes: A storm descends on a small town, and the downpour soon turns into a flood. As the waters rise, the local preacher kneels in prayer on the church porch, surrounded by water. By and by, one of the townsfolk comes up [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3334,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[16],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-34899","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-life"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/brianjnoggle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34899","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/brianjnoggle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/brianjnoggle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brianjnoggle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3334"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brianjnoggle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=34899"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/brianjnoggle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34899\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":34902,"href":"https:\/\/brianjnoggle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34899\/revisions\/34902"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/brianjnoggle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=34899"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brianjnoggle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=34899"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brianjnoggle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=34899"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}