FiLo the Phylum Eater

FiLo means First in and Last Out.  Its what the sharper employees all do to get their name in the business section of their employers proverbial newspaper.  They are first into the office in the morning and the last to leave. 
I happen to know a friend named Marc who is a bright star and plays basketball with a sleeve full of proverbial aces in life.  He is strong and mighty and he likes to spend time with the ladies, children and even their pets.  This guy was a top star in the work place and he continues to do much work on the side that is of great benefit to his own need of pleasure and gain.  I did not like him when we first met, but that said, Marc and I have gotten to be friends over the years.  Marc was wise and he built a great Ark for the possibility that perhaps our Creator might even one day want for another storm to drown the entire human race.  On this ark, Mark planned to take all the young babies and all the newly minted coins from the United States Mint.  This seemed a good plan as he theorized that no storm would ever drown the birds in the sky and the sea creatures in the deep.  So an ark was built and Marc was ready.  Marc played softball in the army and he lasted thirteen years in the peace forces giving out candy bars to the orphans in Cambodia and Nicaragua.  This was a good time period in his life and he wanted to always return the favor by showing up early to work and leaving late in the evening.  This was quickly recognized by his friends and employers and he soon amassed many stock options and bonuses.  So Marc whose real name was Simon the Tradesmaster was soon blessed with most anything he so desired under the sun within good reason of course.
Simon was a brilliant scholar and he went to the most glamorous of trade schools, colleges and graduate studies programs in his day.  He only wished to be named Marc as he liked the names appearance with the "c" at the end of it and he never really liked the other name Mark which made him think of a mark on the map or in the sand.   I think Marc was a fine gourmet and he enjoyed fine cigars and expensive wines as well as caviar and baklava and cinnamon treats.  I say Marc or Simon was organized but that sadly, he never knew quite where to go in his travels in life. One day Marc went to Snowshoe to go skiing and he was surprised to learn that he was not ready to hit even the smallest of the baby slopes. He quickly discovered that his feet could not handle wearing skis and that they made his legs bow and twitter and shake.   Marc AKA Simon was surprised at this as he was quite the avid fisherman and had always known himself to be a stout sailor with the legs of a boatsman and a captain of the seas.   Marc did not last long on the slopes and he quickly quit the activity to sit by the fire and smoke a cigar at the clubhouse.  So that was not the most disappointing learning experience.  I have heard that Marc has since taken up snow shoe walking and he is quite the avid snow shoe enthusiast.  He travels around the ski lodges and smokes his cigars as he treks through the snow and carries even a small copy of the King James Bible in his coat pocket.  I did not think he was such a religious fellow, but he once spoke to me about repentance and the act of sin and heresy and I figured that perhaps he had once read that book that he indeed did carry.  But that said, I have since heard he stopped carrying the book and carries a new copy of the Peanuts comic strips and that he likes to look at Snoopy while he treks in the snow from peak to peak.
So Simon, you are quite a tradesmaster having found so much to benefit from within your course of living in the American States. But that said, have you ever consider reading Calvin and Hobbes?  Or maybe Hagar the Horrible.  They might suit you just as well.  Be good out there, Marc.  I am waiting to hear your conquests in my day in the future when we most certainly will again reacquaint. 
Be good and be smart.  Best wishes, your ally from the yesteryear of life.   Simon the Ski Patrol Agent.