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August 5th, 2006
Thought for the day
A cynic is a man who, when he smells flowers, looks around for a coffin.
~ H. L. Mencken
How did He Know?
Well, we have braved the mighty mountains on the way to Wyoming and have finally made it to our final destination. I’m out here in the middle of nowhere at a reunion for my father-in-law’s Geology camp. I’m from the midwest, and Geology has never really been a big part of my life so most of this stuff makes no real sense to me. But it’s a hoot to see all of these folks that get jazzed up about rocks.
The thing I find interesting is that they not only get jazzed up about rocks, but lots and lots of alcohol. I think Jeff picked up on the mystic brainwaves of these inspectors of the earths crust and knew that drinking would be a vital part of their existence. In fact, I’m pretty sure that in a past life Jeff was heavily involved in geological studies. I think his role might have been more along the lines of becoming an item of geological interest rather than discovering them, which would certainly explain a desire to get blind drunk and forget about the whole affair. I mainly think this because of Jeff’s recurring dream of being the “petrified sailor” in Davy Jones locker. He assures me that this is a well verified mythological role.
Jeff also felt the bizarre need to feed me with lots of info about our president. He knows this week is my turn to support Bush. So, I have to say that our president is doing a wonderful job of selecting a barber. His hair has been looking really good lately, and it’s an honor to have a well-groomed civic leader.
Tune in tomorrow to discover if I managed to survive an outing in the wilds of Wyoming, or, if, as Mark has postulated, I got “et by a bear”.
