Ole Makes a preliminary inquiry in heaven

“Okay, Ole Barfson, you come out now,” St. Peter barked gruffly (lovingly, of course) to a cloud that was floating by his work station as he was adding and deleting names on his high speed computer.

“How did you know I was in there?” Ole asked as he brushed off stars that had accumulated on his going-to-town blue suit.

“You had lutefisk within the last three weeks,” St. Peter responded. “You are n...