Last week after that election thing, Ol Son and I were running around in the Phoenix Mountains east of Dreamy Draw.  We'd stopped for a minute so he could show me exactly where the Army Corps of Engineers had buried the crashed alien space craft back in the '50s.  Suddenly I was saved from at least 30 minutes of dubious historical lecture when Texas trotted around the bend on Steed, his favorite Mountain Horse and hollars, "Yo, Son!  When we gonna dig up that UFO?"  Obviously Ol Son had also shared his secret with Texas.

"You rent the backhoe and I'll operate it.  I'll bet the corpses are still inside!"  Ol Son is serious about his urban legends.

"Hey," says Texas, "Did you see those two AIG guys back on the trail?"

"The ones wearing the white AIG golf shirts and flip flops?" I asked.

"Yep.  Looks like they went and got themselves lost out here in the vast wilderness."  Texas had a little devil's smile.

"Lost?"  I said.  "They're probably staying at the Pointe Resort, not half a mile from here."

"Yep.  Right over that hill there," Texas says, pointing and laughing low and wicked.

"What did you tell 'em?"  Ol Son asked with gleeful anticipation.

"Well," says Texas, "When they said they were lost I thought to myself, 'Yeah, you and your whole damn company.'  And I'm also thinking, hell, us taxpayers just got done rescuing you people with billions of dollars and now, here you are, walking through a cholla field in sandals asking me to rescue you some more!"

"And so..."  Ol Son was grinning big-time.

"And so, I told 'em they were absolutely on the right trail and should just keep going the way they were headed."

"Tex!"  I said, "You know it is not proper desert etiquette to purposefully send someone off in the exact wrong direction."

"Aw, they'll be alright," Texas smiles.  "They still had plenty of margarita left in those little plastic Pointe cups they were carrying."

"Hey, I got to go!" yells Ol Son.  "I've got to catch 'em and warn 'em about the Venomous Spotted Derivatives before they get stung."

And off he ran, always ready to help the ailing financial sector in an emergency.