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An obnoxious little man from Newark moved out to
Tombstone, Arizona. Surrounded by traces of the Old
West, he began to fancy himself a gunslinger. He bought
a six-gun and drove out to the desert to teach himself
how to shoot.
Day after day he returned to the desert to practice. His
favorite targets were giant saguaro cacti. He imagined
that they were desperadoes and he was John Wayne. There
was one saguaro in particular he liked to use for target
practice. It was massive: 15 feet high and 4 feet around
at the base, with two huge arms that made the cactus
look like it was surrendering to the Newark cowboy.
After a couple of months of taking potshots at this
cactus, it was chewed up by bullet holes. But the
marksman never gave a thought to the damage he was
inflicting on the cactus.
One day, as usual, he drove out to the desert to indulge
in his favorite fantasy of saving the life of Cameron
Diaz from a 15-foot-tall outlaw. He blasted away at his
saguaro. When he stopped to reload, it seemed to him
that the saguaro swayed slightly. Curious, he walked
over and saw that the base of the cactus was soft and
spongy—almost rotted through. It wouldn't take much to
make this giant fall over.
As he contemplated the loss of his favorite adversary, a
new gunslinger appeared in the desert. This one came
from East St. Louis and he, too, saw himself as a hero
of the Old West. But while the Newark cowboy favored a
six-gun, this character had bought a shotgun. He saw the
giant saguaro cactus, but not the small man who was
standing behind it. He took careful aim, pulled the
trigger and caught the saguaro in the middle.
It wobbled for a moment, then lurched backward.
The man with the shotgun heard a high-pitched "No!" as
the saguaro fell. When he ran over he found the
gunslinger from Newark, crushed beneath the giant