About that portable generator thingy.....

Not much of an adventurer myself.....never really have been. But I've
spent a lot of time outdoors in places where one inevitably discovers
that, willy nilly, adventures happen. "Adventure" it should be
remembered, is the past tense of calamity, disaster, serious pain in
the ass, discomfort, injury, illness, terror, deprivation, sweat,
tears, and blood.....and poison ivy, just to keep things lively.

As a breathing (which is to say, still aging) non-adventurer, I can
appreciate the allure of the comforts of home.....regardless of where
I may be at any given moment. And, yes, I would gladly accept such
comforts wherever I might be at any given moment.....well.....

Seeking out the places where angels fear to tread seems to me to imply
a certain willingness to forego some of the simple pleasures.....like
satelliteT.V., microwave ovens, hot and cold running water, freshly
filtered and frozen ice, connectivity.....even (heaven forefend!)
moment by moment updates from and to ROFF!.....or used to, anyway.

Yes, I DO drive an internal cumbustion engined automoblie to most of
the waters I fish.....or did, anyway.....but I balk at insisting on a
legal and/or moral right to continue driving in the stream. Easy
enough for me, though.....I have never mastered the art of casting
through the driver's side window. Might be different if I had my own
solar powered mega-death-mobile from the windows of which I could
harangue some poor dumb sonafabitch who had the temerity to use his
cell phone in the stream.

As I continue to breath, which is to say, to age, I hope I will
continue to possess.....or at least to learn.....the simple civility
and basic sense to do what *I* can do.....and leave the rest to those
who can do it without a ****ing nuclear reactor in each ****ing
pocket.

giles
who, in all fairness, has to admit that he thought a "honda generator"
was a smallish nation is eastern asia.