davidl@tekid.UUCP (David Levadie) (09/02/83)
One of my last disillusionments as a 60`s hippie was watching two of my mellow brother friends, a potter and a mechanic, sign a land contract. They were subdividing some land and were going to live next to each other, and they included a carefully worded clause which guaranteed an equal share of the peaches from an orchard located on one tract, to the holder of the other tract. I lost my temper and cussed them out. Fortunately, I have now evolved to the point where I no longer think humans are worth cussing out. In defense of the last statement, I submit the existence of Marriage Contracts.