One day the caveman, Oog

May 1,1969  (I was 24)

One day the caveman, Oog, held meat on a stick into his fire.  His hand got too close to the flame; he was burnt and dropped the stick.  Later he noticed he used the same hand to draw images on the cave wall even though it was still sore from the burn.  Still later, fashioning the head of a spear onto the shaft, he noticed he used the injured hand to wrap the connecting twine, though it pained him to do so.  Considering these incidents, Oog began to think the injured hand must be the right hand for performing tasks.  Excited by the observation, he sought out his cave neighbor, Og.  “Og, have you noticed that when you roast meat, or draw on the wall of your cave, or repair a spear head, you do all the tasks with the same hand?”

         Og said, “No, I never noticed, but now that you mention it….”

         Oog held up his hand, “Og, this must be the right hand for doing things.  From now on, we are going to call it the Right Hand!

         Og said, “Good idea, but what should we call the hand that’s left?