an imaginary conversation ( overheard in a local Buchan's tavern )
Chislett: Harv- let me have another one...
Harv: Sure Al. You're not driving are you? You've been pounding em down.... what's going on?
Chislett: You know, the dang Mineral Rights Board ruled against me.
Harv: Hell, Al, you said yourself you'd be suprised if you won this one.
Chislett: Yeah, yeah, but that isn't what's bothering me....... I am thinking I might not appeal the decision.
Harv: What???? Al, that just isn't like you. You said you'd fight for that metal in the ground till your grave.
Chislett: See? That's what's got me spooked. It just doesn't seem important to me any more. I'd rather be spending time with my grand kids than my lawyers. It's just not me and I don't quite know how to deal with it.
Harv: Hey Al, I got a great idea!
Chislett: What's that?
Harv: Follow your gut......Don't appeal, take the money you'd be paying in legal fees and buy a ton of ROX. You'll make money, own some of that metal, and have enough to put the grandkids thru college.
Chislett: Dang Harv- you're smarter than you look. That's good thinking. Say.... I might even have enough left over to sue my neighbor over that butt-ugly house he just put up. I could say he built it over my property line.
Harv: See, Al ? You're already feeling better.