There is evidence of a similar day in Gregorian calendar of 1582 and even as far back as ancient Rome when practice would have been observed on New Years Day. Originally April Fool’s Day jokes typically would have involved sending a person on a ridiculous errand. A builders merchant might send an apprentice to obtain some sky hooks or a long wait ( weight ) and embarrass them after a period of time with utterance of words April Fool.

It is tradition for jokes or pranks to end by noon. Carrying out an April Fool’s Day joke on someone after this time is said to bring bad luck. Over years there have been some very elaborate hoaxes even by large TV corporations. The BBC managed to convince its audience in 1957 that Swiss farmers were enjoying a bumper spaghetti crop. They showed footage of spaghetti growing on trees and were inundated with calls from general public asking for advice on growing spaghetti. The BBC even had audacity to suggest placing a sprig of spaghetti in a tin of tomato sauce to assist its growth.

Therefore, if you put these two together, I am doing what I love doing: greatest job in world.

I must confess, however, this was not always case. When I wore a younger man's suit, I had different ideas about what would be greatest job in world for me.

Nowhere on that short list did being a pastor appear. God, sometimes, displays a marvelous sense of humor in selecting people for his service. I am supreme example.

The apostle Paul writes, "But God hath chosen foolish things of world to confound wise; and God hath chosen weak things of world to confound things which are mighty;" (1 Corinthians 1:27 KJV.)

As a young person, I thought only one job would be greatest job in world. In my mind, I aspired to this fabulous career often fantasizing about how great it would be to spend all my time in this job.

The greatest job in world to me at that time was being a Snow Cone Man. Nothing compared, in my estimation, to Snow Cone Man.

I was not alone in my aspirations. Most of my pals at time harbored similar vocational goals. No person in our lives at time was as exciting as Snow Cone Man.

The SCM came down our street three times a week, without fail, much to our delight. This, of course, was during our summer vacation when we were out of school and had plenty of time on our hands.

Perhaps, in our small town, with nothing to really interest or excite us, Snow Cone Man was one thing we had to look forward to. Regardless, we believed he had greatest job in world.

For one, he rode coolest motorcycle vehicle I have ever seen — a three-wheel motorcycle, with a large compartment on back, containing all snow cone accoutrements. I don't know if it was motorcycle or cargo that fascinated us. Your guess is probably right one.

Also, he wore a nifty white suit with a fabulous hat. At time, I would have given anything for a hat like his. It was often topic of our discussion when he left us to our snow cone treats.