A winter story

This is a true story

     It was told to me by my good friends Mona and George.
     They were on vacation in Russia. St. Petersburg to be exact.
     They were with a Roads Scholar trip and were having a great time.
     There were about 24 people in the group, and Rudy, a native Russian,  was their guide.  Everyone called him Rudy, but his given name was Rudolph.
     Now, Mona and George have been married for almost 50 years but they argue over the smallest things, things that to you and me would be inconsequential.     But to them, every small ant hill is a mountain.
     On their third day on the tour, the weather turned lousy.  It was cold, damp, and very, very moist.  They had gone on two walking tours of the town and Rudy had impressed them with his vast knowledge of St. Petersburg and of Russia.
     As they were getting ready to leave their hotel room, Mona said to George, "Take an umbrella, it is raining."
     George looked out the window, pondered a minute, then said, "It's not rain, it is snow."
     Well, that started the argument.  Rain....snow....rain .... snow.
     After ten or fifteen minutes, Mona said, "I will go ask our guide.  He will know."
     "Hah!" sneered George.  "Why ask him?  I know just as much about weather as he does."
     Mona looked at him and said, "I will believe him, no matter what he says."
     George was incredulous.  "Why would you believe him, a total stranger, over your husband of almost 50  years?"
     "Because,"  Mona answered, "Rudolph the Red knows rain, deer."


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     Good night....don't laugh yourself to sleep.
     Peace and Love......