On Sep 24, 2:23*pm, MajorOz wrote:
On Sep 23, 9:28*pm, Giles wrote:





On Sep 23, 9:18*pm, MajorOz wrote:

On Sep 23, 9:11*pm, Giles wrote:

On Sep 23, 11:31*am, JR wrote:

"Teach a man to fish and he'll learn how to drink."

And the truth will not be in him.

...or so deep that only his fellows can know.

Yes, I remember some of those late night discussions......um.....or
feel like i ought to, anyway. * * *

cheers

Prosit!

oz, Caol Ila and Scapa fan

I haven't the foggiest notion of what that means.....but I suspect
that it's at least marginally more complimentary than some of the
responses I get around here. * * *

They are both lovely single malts.



(both from my Son, who gets to N.Sea oil
rigs on consulting trips now and then)

Never been to the North Sea, but I've spent a bit of time in the North
Atlantic. *Tell him to take care......as I'm sure he knows (as well as
you and I) it ain't as friendly as it is beautiful.

He flies in to .... somewhere on the coast and choppers out to the
rigs.

One of the few great regrets in my life is that I never got to ride in
a helicopter while I was young and indifferent to mortality and now,
statistics be damned, I suspect that given the opportunity I'd wonder
about the advisibility of the venture. Oh, I'd go......there's no
question about that.....but not with the insouciance that would have
made it such an unmitigated and unattenuated joy half a century ago
when it WAS indisputably dangerous and irresponsible.

He is an environmental consultant -- showing them what to fix
before some agency fines them zillions of dollars.

I like that. It opens up all kinds of avenues for contemplation,
enquiry, discussion, rumination, etc. What a pity that these are all
dead hobbies.

On the way back he
buys (or gets from grateful clients) *oodles of duty free booze. *He
is mostly a vodka and tequila guy, so dad gets the good stuff.

Hm......well, between the tastes of per and fils, it seems unlikely
that a po boy in southeast Curdistan should be looking for the brown
truck to be showing up one of these first best days with a big bottle
of El Grito, I s'pose, I 'spect.....huh?

And yes, he adheres to dad's advice: "when in doubt, chicken out" and
stays on the ground when N Sea gets bitchy.

As a former English major ("follow the money" an old friend used to
tell me in response to just about anything that was said to him by
anyone), I appreciate both the rhyme and the sentiment. "He who
fights and runs away, lives to fight another day" is a more familiar
expression, I think, which, to the casual observer expressses
something of the same sentiment. Personally, I've always thought that
he who runs away in the first place, and stays that way, renders the
rest moot.

cheers

Back at ya.

g.