Standing before these enormous monuments, it
is hard to believe they were built during the lifetime of one Pharaoh! I wonder how it all got started. Perhaps
a few of the Giza town-fathers got together with the Pharaoh's building contractor one night at the Hot Sands Bar and Grill.
The contractor had drawn a rough sketch of three pyramids on a goatskin clipboard. One of the old Giza
geezers was a stonecutter. He asked, "So, how big you gonna want these things?" When the contractor
told him how many cubits wide and how many cubits high, the Giza geezer said, "Holy oasis! We're gonna need some
help!" So they started rounding up a bunch of able-bodied guys who would work cheap. They really had no choice.
According to modern Egyptologists,
20,000 workers showed up on the job-site. They started dragging these 2.5 ton stones up this ramp with ropes.
One day one of the stone-draggers dropped his rope, went up to the straw-boss and said, "Maybe it's none
of my business, but why are we doing this?" The straw-boss gave him a mighty lash with his whip and said,
"We're doing it to preserve our history!"
That night the stone-dragger went home and told the wife and kids he was preserving history. They were
proud. His oldest girl, who was a real sharp cookie, added, "And don't forget Dad, you're also preserving an important
part of our culture." She had learned that word at her rural Giza one-room country school. The children danced
and sang a song of praise for their father, while his wife applied soothing balm on his flaming welts.
That night, he slept like a baby.
