The Pizza Well

The father of Kadizzle always had some scheme to strike it rich.  One of his ploys was to buy fractions of land at tax auctions.  This ended up in some strange acquisitions.  Once he ended up owning an old railroad right of way.  Kadizzle asked his father what he would do as a railroad magnate.  Old Gold as we called him replied that he was going to charge all the people who were crossing his railroad illegally.  People all along the Old Gold and West Virginia railroad ignored it and built their driveways, fences or whatever on the Old Gold W&V.  Kadizzle explained to Old Gold that hillbillies were not a good group to rile up and if you tried to make them pay you would be dead with in a week.  He must have listened. 

As a result of these great ventures Kadizzle inherited the mineral rights in one half acre of ground in the middle of West Virginia.  Years ago out of nowhere someone wanted to lease the land.  In fact the very coal company Kadizzle worked for wanted to lease the one half acre.  Inquiring into his new found fortune Kadizzle asked the person aquiring the lease what it would pay if the hit a good well. The land agent explained that Kadizzle owned such a small portion that if they hit a good well Kadizzle might get enough money every month to buy a pizza.

Yesterday as the Kadizzles headed to the lake they stopped at the mailbox.  Kadizzle could see through the little clear window with the address the words pay to the order of.   Mrs. Kadizzle opened the letter with a big smile.  Inside was a check for a little over a thousand dollars.  All the way to the lake we puzzled over why we were getting a check for a thousand dollars.  Our first impression  was to run to the bank and cash it.  Kadizzle finally examined the check carefully and figured out it was a check for renewing the lease on the Pizza well.  Kadizzle did not realize he was leasing his vast mineral holding for periods of five years at a time.  Even though no well has even been drilled yet it works out Kadizzle has already received 110 pizza.  So if you wonder where that spare tire comes from it is the pizza well.  If the math is correct the lease is producing more pizza than the well ever will.  So lets just hope they never drill.  Incidentally the land man said the well could pay enough for  a nice salad or a pizza every month.  The pizza seems the best choice.  Who knew in West Virginia you could drill for salad or pizza.  Since most of the population is overweight you know most of the drilling concentrates on the pizza formation.