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Strategies & Market Trends : Winter in the Great White North -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: E. Charters who wrote (4872)	7/22/2003 1:09:18 AM
From: Graystone	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 8273

He never noticed gravity or Discounting the obvious I was forced to choose, he was loyal, friendly, he loved rock n roll and beer, he was generous and kind, his good qualities were evident and abundant. When I was asked if I would go and spend another year in the GWN with this young man as my assistant, I had to decline. As I said, I never did hold the incident with the Tide against him, I figured that he paid the price on that one. I just couldn't set the input tolerance high enough to accommodate his view of the world. One night in Pink Mountain he took the truck left camp, and went to the bar to have a "couple of beers". One beer led to six and in spite of the fact that he was very obviously inebriated he figured, midnight, Pink Mountain, January, it was a risk he would take so he set out back to camp. At some point he lost his way, this is in itself a considerable accomplishment, given that we were just off the highway. After driving for awhile he decided that he better sleep it off by the side of the road. Now we entire the twilight zone... He figured that if the truck was running he might get arrested for, I don't know, "drunk sleeping" or something. To avoid this unpleasant consequence he decided to shut off the truck. Another small voice reminded him that he better get rid of the keys in case he got arrested for "drunk sleeping with keys" or something, his solution was to throw them as far as he could into the woods at the side of the road, in Pink Mountain, in January, I will admit, it was proof that the truck could not be started.