James Redburn made it to work at the usual time, one hour late, which for him was ---right on time. Unfortunately the need for punctuality was no longer needed. His business had slowly slipped into total obscurity, almost completely forgotten now. The skyscrapers kept going up around his once very popular and successful business, The Station, making it more and more difficult to even …see.
It was time to move to plan B, before it was too late. The dust from the construction of the skyscrapers transformed The Station into the perfect environment just ripe for a fatal attack of tuberculosis. The coughing inside The Station was almost nonstop, with their mucus being thrown around, making all their thoughts ---stuck …as if in concrete. James grabbed the phone. It was time to put plan B into action:
“Hello, can I please speak with the engineer, John Brickhouse?”
“I’ll connect you, one moment please.” .
“This is John Brickhouse.”
“John Brickhouse the engineer?”
“Well, I do write plans, produce schematics of all sorts, if you will, add and subtract, multiply divide and get down to the bottom line, that, when all combined are under the umbrella of what people call engineering work.”
“Great! Yes, so, um … are you also a person who can push and pull ingredients into what we’re going to build? ---A person that's looked into the molecular world? ---A person that can produce gasoline at any given time, and burn down those bridges that try to stop us?!?"
“This sounds very ambitious.”
“I know that. Nonetheless, my ideas are expansive, all encompassing, amazingly powerful, but so visionary! I believe this Mr. Brickhouse, I really do. I’ve called you today because you come highly recommended in your profession.”
“What? I see. Thank you ---I believe is obligatory. I do know a person that can help me in that microscopic world like you’ve described.”
“Excellent! I’ll also need a botanist, geologist, I mean, people who understand plants and rocks, and many other professionals, like you Mr. Brickhouse.”
“Okay, what is it you’d like me to help you build?”
Inside James’s home he stood up and stretched out his arms as far as he could, “A Mountain, a mountain Mr. Brickhouse.”
“Wow! Okay. But, who are you …really?” With both elbows on his desk, Mr. Brickhouse asks.
“Let’s just say I’m a person who cares.”
“Okay …what would this mountain be for?”
“I want to grow all different types of plants, which could possibly help discover cures for viruses, diseases, and also fungi where it’ll grow. Who wants to feel horrible? ---when you don’t have to? And, of course we’ll grow marijuana ---that helps too! After every day we'll have an evaluation on what else to grow. Huh? What a world we can create. This mountain will be for a place for the people.”
“Yes, Mr. Redburn. I know what you mean, but …unsavory.”
“When it’s for the people, is unsavory the word you really want to use? No ---So ...Mr. Brickhouse, let’s call our new business, ‘Building Mountains Inc.’. What do you say?!”
The End
