Pedestal Edsel wanted to do something meaningful with his life. He thought about being a lawyer, but his father intervened. " Do something useful", he admonished. "Something worth something. Be a juggler".

Pedestal Edsel thought about it. The benefits were good, but was it HIM? He thought about that guy he saw in San Diego juggling chainsaws one time. It was edgy, true, but was it P.E.? Decidedly not, he determined.

Then it hit him: semaphore. He threw himself into it, taking intensive night classes, researching the history, saving up to "buy some really cherry signal flags". Communication would never be the same, he reckoned, and reckon he did.

One word of advice. I'll keep it short. If you ever want to marry somebody, hire somebody, put them in your band, etc., make sure they have a good memory. I put that above all else. I've had more bad experiences with people who can't remember what they were told two days ago I can't count. That's all for now. Oh yeah, If they don't have any soul, it doesn't matter what they remember.