He just might throw open his window one fine morning and exhort his neighbor's son to run down and buy that Tenkara rig hanging in the fly shop window for him.:)
Don't hold your breath on this one boys...I'm not looking for another girlfriend.
I'm working on paring down the vest...Just give me another moment or two...One day I'll free myself from my mere wage-slave existance and will get it as together as I'm capable...;)
I am in the office as I write this on a holiday weekend because I needed to change virus protection for our office computers...Everything was going along well. I had everything working on computer number one, the big bosses Lisa's, and then couldn't get the other two to read the damn disc. I sent off tech emails etc and tried just about everything I could imagine, and discovered a serious smudge on the back of the disk??? I got out some alcohol and a Q-Tip and tried to remove it and it worked! Go figure. Then I had one last bit on one computer from the old virus protection I couldn't delete...Somehow I finally pulled that off as well! Yippie! Its Molson time!
When I first started working with my wife in Jan 1993 her only comment to me, besides don't ever insure this one broken down old shack we would pass on the way in every morning as we drove to work, was, "Fake it to you make it!" By Crom! She was right. She just better not ever let me go, or let me fall down in a stream somewhere...;) "Don't worry dear, the life policies are all paid up...I fall in you can move to AZ and be with your twin and both of you will be able to afford a couple 25 year old pool boys each!"
Damn! I better lay off this tea.
Spence