<p>My Catholic relatives (legions) loved the heaven joke. Here is what they sent back:</p>
<p>WILD FIRES</p>
<p>Things are not always what they seem.</p>
<p>A photographer from a well-known national magazine was assigned to
cover Southern California’s wildfires. The magazine wanted pictures
of the heroic work the fire fighters were doing as they battled the
blazes.</p>
<p><>
When the photographer arrived on the scene he realized that the smoke
was so thick that it would seriously impede, or even make impossible,
his obtaining good photographs from ground-level.
He requested permission from his boss to rent a plane and take photos
from the air. His request was approved, and via a cell phone call to
the local county airport, necessary arrangements were made. He was
told a single-engine plane would be waiting for him at the airport.</p>
<p>He arrived at the airfield and spotted a plane warming up outside a
hangar. He jumped in with his bag, slammed the door shut, and
shouted, “Let’s go!”</p>
<p><>
The pilot taxied out, swung the plane into the wind, and roared down
the runway. Within just a minute or two of his arrival they were in
the air. <></p>
<p>The photographer requested the pilot to, “Fly over the valley and
make two or three low passes so I can take some pictures of the fires
on the hillsides.” <></p>
<p>“Why?” asked the pilot. <></p>
<p>“Because I’m a photographer for a national magazine,” he responded,
“and I need to get some close-up shots.” <></p>
<p>The pilot was strangely silent for a moment; finally he stammered,
“So, you’re telling me you’re not the flight instructor?”</p>
:)</p>