I DON’T KNOW WHERE WE’RE GOING

It seems that two tall mountain boys were making their way to another part of the county one Saturday and got into unfamiliar territory. They came to a place where there was a fork in the road, and three or four signs pointing this way and that way. One old boy stood there and looked at the signs and said, “Friend, we’ve got us a problem. You know, I can read figures, but I can’t read writ in’. I know how far it is, but I don’t know where we’re going.”