Old dogs, new tricks.
I was today old when I learned, the very first known messengers were in Egypt, 2400 BC, and they delivered documents and building materials for pyramids. (Holy crap, no liftgates, forklifts, no two wheelers, even no wheelbarrows or Bengay. Did they even have wheels then?)
And then, again, today old. I learn in Greece, shortly after victory in 490 BC in the Battle of Marathon, a courier ran 26 miles to announce this incredible feat - ceptin, he died of exhaustion enroute.
Then there was pigeons, 1870, French Navy trained 'em to go Sea to Land (and back) to gain military advantage.
Horses, chariots in the Roman Empire... and of course, the good ole US of A Pony Express, begun right 'cheer in our neighbor St. Joseph, Missouri.
Then there was camels.... dogs...
Important stuff......... delivered.
Then, in 1907, two teenagers and their bicycles used a hunnerd bucks to start the American Messenger Service, which, has grown a tad as today it's better known as UPS.
Of course, nowadays, we're a handheld away from messaging cousin Lupe in Paris, or, brother Ben in Acapulco... or even one's spouse, who is in the kitchen "Honey, can you bring me another beer?"
Messages today. Auto correct happens, butchers. Regular ole message can be misconstrued, misread, mistakes, cause all kindsa worry, angst, that.
Come and listen to a story about a man named Jed.
Actually, it was my Uncle Jim, may he RIP. His message is one, simple, fast, and I OH SO wanna spout out sometimes when I get down, watch the dayum news too long, hear of things that get my goat (Goats never delivered messages that I recall.. bahhhhd idea I guess)... anyways, when I'm mad at the world.
Pardon my (Actually Jim's) French... Whenever sneeze happened, he always, VERY LOUDLY [messaged] achoo "AHHHH SHITTTT!!!"
Spot on Uncle Jim, spot on.. Sorry, but not really,
Love, Victurd
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