Posterity

We leave many things to future generations.
The stuff we’re proud of, we put our names on them.
The stuff we’re not, we try to keep our names off of them.
Or bury them as deep as we can so they turn up long after we’re gone and forgotten.
Last night, when I caught Earl trying to bury a barrel of nuclear waste with his name on it, I told him “You’re doin it wrong, Earl.”
He smacked his forehead and said “You’re right, Joe.”
He got out a can of white spraypaint, crossed out the EARL, and wrote JOE.