Every man wants a wife who is beautiful,understanding, economical, and a good cook. But the law allows only one wife...
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The author Edgar Rice Burroughs used to own a ranch near Hollywood in southern California, where he wrote his famous stories about Tarzan of the Apes. In 1928, the town surrounding his ranch was officially incorporated and chose for itself the name Burroughs had given his ranch: Tarzana.
Burroughs was a prolific author with a profoundly creative imagination. His first published story, originally titled "Dejah Thoris, Princess of Mars," was published as "Under The Moons of Mars" in 1912. His first Tarzan story appeared in October the same year.
In addition to 26 books about Tarzan and numerous science fiction stories set on Mars or Venus, Burroughs also wrote caveman stories, westerns, horror stories, and others that are harder to classify. The town of Tarzana is a fitting memorial to this man who so enriched American popular literature.
Recently moved to a new city, I was eager to meet people. So one day I struck up a conversation with the only other woman in the gym. Pointing to two men playing racquetball in a nearby court, I said to her, "There's my husband." Then I added, "The thin one--not the fat one."
After a slightly uncomfortable silence she replied, "And that's my husband - the fat one."
Late one Saturday evening, I was awakened by the ringing of my phone.
In a sleepy grumpy voice I said hello. The party on the other end of the line paused for a moment before rushing breathlessly into a lengthy speech.
"Mom, this is Susan and I'm sorry I woke you up, but I had to call because I'm going to be a little late getting home. See, Dad's car has a flat but it's not my fault. Honest! I don't know what happened. The tire just went flat while we were inside the theater. Please don't be mad, okay?"
Since I don't have any daughters, I knew the person had dialed my number by mistake.
"I'm sorry dear," I replied, "but you've reached the wrong number. I don't have a daughter named Susan."
"Wow, Mom," the young woman's voice replied, "I didn't think you'd be this mad!"