I heard some gossip today at work involving a co-worker that works in my office. People like gossip. It empowers them. Whether or not it's true is generally irrelevant - I've got something on you. Or, I know something about you that even you don't know about yourself. You get the idea. I'd like to say that women are the gossip culprits but in my experience, the stereotype isn't deserved.
rich pure&simple is no angel and I can provide references to this effect, but as a general rule, rich does not gossip. If I have something to say or ask you, I'll confront you directly - I'll say or ask it to your face.
And I'll tell you why. I'll title this
Kid's Do the Darndest Things
I say kids because I firmly believe that anyone younger than forty is, by definition, a kid. Rest assured the definition will extrapolate as I age.
Following the war years (read college at UCI) my wife and I moved into a 1300 square foot quadraplex condominium in beautiful downtown Diamond Bar California. Twenty years ago, Diamond Bar was to say the least, the toulies in the dry hills above Pomona. Suburban isn't quite the right word. It was just sort of "out there" (read inexpensive).
I was making, relatively speaking, a lot of money compared to my peers. Steady job, good prospects and more importantly, had a three-car garage housing my Mustang, a lot of off-road toys useful in the undeveloped "back forty" on any given Friday night, a pool table and a refrigerator full of beer. It was the perfect party house. And friends drove for miles - as is the SoCal way - to get there. And drive they did. On any Saturday night the place kinda' reminded my of Ralph "Papa" Thorson's place.
So what did I do to wreck it? I and a friend "wired" the garage for sound. Something like out of Tom Wolfe's Electric Kool-Aide Acid Test whereupon someone would ask "steve" in the garage what he really thought of "sally". Sally all the while listening in upstairs at what "steve" had to "say to the guys" about her.
I won't patronize you. I think you all know how this story ends. Tears and bloodshed. It wasn't pretty. Several previous "friends" no longer etc. etc..
And that's why rich dosen't gossip.
5:55:28 PM 
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