THE FOOTNOTES

OUR NEIGHBOR, SID, RECENTLY BUILT A SANDBOX FOR HIS GRANDCHILDREN. THIS RECALLED TO BOB THE TIME HE, TOO, BUILT A SANDBOX. BOB WAS BETTER AT GETTING IDEAS THAN IMPLEMENTING THEM. IT SEEMS. BOB DECIDED THAT HIS SANDBOX WOULD HAVE TO BE 9 FEET BY 3 FEET BY ONE FOOT IN ORDER TO FIT THE NEEDS OF HIS CHILDREN ADEQUATELY.

BOB'S ANALYTICAL MIND QUICKLY DEDUCED THAT THESE DIMENSIONS TRANSLATED INTO THE NEED FOR ONE SQUARE YARD OF SAND . ACCORDINGLY, HE DROVE UP TO THE SAND AND GRAVEL COMPANY, AND WHEN ASKED HOW MUCH SAND HE WANTED, HE WAS READY FOR THE QUESTION AND REPLIED HE WOULD TAKE A SQUARE YARD. THE MAN ASKED, "WHERE'S YOUR TRUCK?" BOB REPLIED HE DOESN'T HAVE A TRUCK, BUT THE SAND COULD BE PLACED IN THE BACK SEAT OF THE CAR. THE MAN SAID, "BUT IT WEIGHS 2500 POUNDS. " BOB, ALWAYS THE FLEXIBLE PRAGMATIST, QUICKLY REVISED HIS ORDER TO A COUPLE OF BUCKETS

WHICH TURNED OUT TO BE PLENTY OF SAND.