the professor snored

A phone call from a Governor's aide suggested that I enjoin him to lure a famous scholar and retinue to Columbus. He hatched plots, I set up tours. We convened in my jaguar.

The scholar sat disinterested in the back seat while the newly elected Governor waxed on about the romance of Columbus Ohio. With no sea scraped beaches or mountains to climb , Columbus would have to measure up something besides a guarantee of the best football seats.

This scholar, by his leave, can live and work anywhere the sun actually shines and dains to discuss anything that doesn't actually interest him... had fallen asleep during the onslaught of the benefits of Central Ohio.

The scholar speaks in short colorful expressions. "My wife, he said, makes my toes curl. talk to her".

That anomoly in a back seat became house hunters seeking the best small estate with a lake convenient to OSU.

His wife has an intelligent face that smiles a lot, a kinky twisted hairdo and tightly woven views. Her hobbies included a lot of things you can't do in Columbus like kyacking and mountain trecking. What we find we might supply is folk dancing and lots of gardening.

The estate they purchased came with a tiny lake, a stainless steel pool, a guest house complete with greenhouse, and a charming cottage overhanging a scenic view. The entrepaneur who sold it continued to miss the seclusion until he moved to Palm Beach where his wife now renovates the best of Florida architecture at huge profit margins. The current owners have turned the guest house into a media loaded paradise for themselves and guests.The scholar later moved back to the Maine coastline.

While in Columbus, it amused the scholar's wife to calculate and then correct the precise interest payments of their fluxuating mortgage on the Ohio Super Computer to a centimeter of correctness. The bank was always wrong, for the record.

original story by Sarah Simpson