Greetings in Jesus' name.
I do not know the answers so it is over to you all.
John.
My name is Samuel Levit. I customized my name
because people made remarks about me being related to the furniture company
Sam Levitz. My son is named Odus. Don’t ask me to explain his name the story
is too complex. Odus likes music. The other day he told me he had written the
song of songs. He acts like it’s the next big hit, but it left me only
lukewarm. I hope he finds something else to do. I also have a daughter named
Diana. She is looking so hard for a job. A Diahann Brewster called yesterday
to interview my daughter. Two women, with basically the same first name,
talking together on the phone, that was a most confusing conversation let me
tell you! The Brewsters own a tax preparation service next door to the
Francophile Monastery. Father Eugene, Sister Mary Francis, and Johnson &
Johnson are clients of theirs. Father Eugene is from Romanshire, Northern
Ireland. He said he studied Greek in Corinth. I answered that he is a real
pro! Verbs and nouns in the Greek are difficult to learn.
I asked Mr. Brewster for tax advice. He said
that tips, alms, and donations were deductible, I just need a receipt. My
brother Philipp asked if travel expenses were deductible. He just came back
from the Holy land. He toured Judea. The tour guide, Timothy, said that it
usually costs a lot of money to take side trips unexpectedly. The tour group
had asked if they could see the historic sites of the Galatians, Colossians,
and the Thessalonians. The tour guide said no, but the Ephesian site is open.
Philipp said a hag gained access to his travel bag. “Philipp,” I answered,
“did she get your camera?” He said he had it with him or she would have.
Philipp said he would be in a jam, especially with mom, if that lady had taken
the camera. That’s because it belongs to her.
Philipp told me about a souvenir shop he
visited. He said he saw a pez, rabbi candy dispenser. Imagine that! The woman
at the counter was named Lisa. I, ah, think that was her name. Anyway, she
told my brother those aren’t the ones she ordered. She had ordered a rabbi
statue along with pez dispensers, but the manager, Joe, let the stock boy
practice ordering that day. “Do you like them,” she asked. “The company said I
can reorder any number should the need arise.” Lisa said the rabbi pez
dispenser was endemic; a holy man designed them. I believe the holy man is
legitimate, she explained. He has a very mild persona, humble from head to
toe.
The souvenir shop has books about the
different battles of the Holy Land. One particular book was about Jere, MIA.
He went missing about 586 BC. Lamentations over his disappearance could be
heard for miles, or so the story goes. I heard it straight from a Lachish
citizen. One hemi-Ahmadiyan Muslim was there and he verified the story of
Jere. Jerusalem, at the world’s most fought over section of land in human
history, has a violent past. According to prophecy, the future doesn’t look
good either. My brother Philipp said he had a revelation and everything will
turn out fine in the end. He asked me if I believed him. I said, “nope,
terminate this charade right now!” He said “It’s the truth, read it for
yourself!”
Lisa, the souvenir shop attendant, has a
sister who works for the chronicle. She is a photojournalist. Her name is Jo.
Nahant, Massechusetts is where she lives, but she travels a lot for the
newspaper. Egypt had a big story break last month. The editor wanted the best
her paper could send, so they sent Jo. Shu, an Egyptian god of the air, was up
in arms over smog in Cairo. All they got was a picture of a dust storm. I
think it was a hoax. I told my friend Dan, I eliminated Cairo from my travel
itinerary.
Philipp wanted to take a cruise from Finland
to Scotland, over Christmas. I protested, “We’ll, freeze!” “Kiel Canal is the
way through Denmark,” he said. “It will be fun and I can catch up on my
physics paper while we are at sea,” he said. “Now, lets see where did I leave
off? Oh yes, the deuteron.” “O, my Philipp. You’re a sick man. A crowd of
judges wouldn’t convict me if I tossed you overboard.” Well, we went on the
cruise and just like I said, I froze! “Chari! Ahoy, Chari! Wait for me,” a
voice said. It was the cruiseline dance instructor. She was late to port and
almost missed the ship. The ship’s chef happened to be a college friend of
mine, Gilliam Eccles. I, as tester of food, got half price on my cruise
tickets for my services. That made the trip more worthwhile. Ship security was
provided by the National Intelligence Authority. Zeph, a NIA hand-picked
agent, was head of security. H.A. Bakk, Ukrainian composer and conductor,
personally headed a shipboard concert on the final day of the cruise. It was
the highlight of the trip! Well, that’s my story and I’m sticking to
it!
