[KentuckyGent44]

Ellis Johnson, Marshall University Coach, told this story about his recuiting trip to Eastern Kentucky. On a hot July day, he went to see this great player. The paved road turned to gravel, the gravel turned to a deadend with a path up a steep hill. Ellis made the hike to the top of this hill, sweating all the way. When he got to the house, he passed a will with a bucket and ladle on it. An old gent was sitting on the porch, chewing tobacco. He had a full beard with stains and food particles in it. He told Ellis that his son was gone for now, but would be back shortly. Ellis sat on the edge of the porch, the sun beaming down on him all the time. Ellis asked if he could get a drink from the well, the old man said ok. Ellis pulled up a fresh bucket of water from the well, took the ladle and drew a drink from the bucket. As he brought the ladle to his mouth, he thought about the old gent's beard. Ellis put the ladle in his right hand; no, most people are right handed; he put the ladle in his left hand; no, 20% of people are lefthanded. Ellis turned the ladle handle straight up and drink from the front. The old gent started to clap his hands and laugh. "You know, you are the only educated person that I have ever seen that drink like I do."