Herb’s Blog, Herbdate 22385 – 836:
Here’s the haps:
Art Vegan enjoyed working as a private investigator, even though there were occasional cases that he couldn’t solve, he did very well for himself. He only took the ones that intrigued him so he seldom became bored. He was looking over the notes from such a case right now. The dead campanologists was an interesting case. A campanologist is, simply put, a person who studies bells and the various mechanisms that operate them. Or it could just be the operator himself, a bell ringer. Sometime in the fifth century in a town in Italy called Campania a man named Paulinius of Nola installed a bell in a church tower which is why we have the word. By 980 AD it was common for churches to have bells.
After reading the rather strange letter from the church he decided to study up on the whole thing. He quickly learned that there was a lot more to it than just yanking on a rope. There were campanological societies and accreditation programs if you wanted to become a trainer of other bell ringers. Some of them considered themselves musicians playing a thousand-pound instrument. Art finally felt he had enough information to speak intelligently with the church official who had summoned him. He traveled to the small, out-of-the-way village and got the story.
“It is so strange, Mister Vegan,” The man said, “We had a very unusual situation on our hands. The bell-rope had broken and the pulley had stuck and the repair person would not be out for several days. In six hundred and forty-two years we have never gone without the bell ringing throughout the village. We thought it was such a blessing when this tall, odd-looking man walked up and offered to be our bell ringer. He seemed familiar but I couldn’t place how I knew him. We told him about the unfortunate circumstance with the rope and the stuck pulley.”
“‘I can help you,’ he said, ‘Take me up to the tower.’ So we did. ‘I will ring the bell like this!’ And he ran headlong into the bell at full speed, face first. It made a satisfying ‘bong’ sound and he seemed none the worse for wear. We worried about noon and midnight but he seemed to be impervious to pain and did quite a good job, actually. That is until he lost stride over a loose board and fell to his death.
“When the coroner came I realized I hadn’t gotten any information on him, so I just said, ‘I don’t know his name but his face sure rings a bell.'”
Yes. Or, thank you. Depending on how you meant it.😁
My brothers and I had that Smothers Brothers album when we were kids. We must have listened to it a thousand times.
I know what you mean. I have a lot of the bits memorized, lol.
This is why you should always ask for identification and run background checks on your employees. It makes the conversation with the coroner run much more smoothly.
That’s good advice.
Let me think who he can possibly be. He looks so familiar and it may be the rebellious teenager who ran off a decade ago. Now he comes back and tries to be useful to the village. Or the village priest’s brother who was adopted by a couple living in a nearby state. Or… Wait. Are you saying there are some divine interventions here?
Hmm…I was playing on the phrase “that rings a bell…” to make a pun. If something rings a bell with you then it’s something you almost remember. So when someone looks vaguely familiar to you their face “rings a bell.”
I really like the ideas you presented though. I may use them in a future retelling of this joke.
I didn’t get that at all. Now that you mentioned it, I feel that the phrase vaguely rings a bell. LOL.
I just like the fact that you called him “rebellious”. 😊
I loved this.
Thank you so much.
Thank you! That’s the nicest thing anyone could say.
All this applause-worthy post requires is a clapper.
But does it have to be a copper clapper?