For some reason, we don't have it much at all down here (Lee County Florida), but I have seen it flourishing further north.

A decade? Time flies when you're having fun. Thanks for it all.

When I was at the U of Maine in the late 1950's, there was a campus dog, LeRoy, who wandered about and stayed in dorms and frat houses wherever he felt like. The forestry students would take him to the woods when they were doing studies. I don't think he was anyone's dog but himself. I dropped out of school and went into the army for a while. When I came back, LeRoy must have passed away.

No mention of it possibly being a piece of anti-matter? Or for that matter, an alien spaceship., a typical Russian tale.

When trout fishing along a stream in CNY, I stepped onto a gravel bar and my foot began to sink into it. It really startled me and I quickly pulled my foot out and walked around it. Quick gravel exists. It probably existed there at that particular moment. I never experienced anything like that again.

That happened to a cat that lived with me. I was taking a bath (no shower in my bachelor apartment at the time) and my kitty jumped up on the side of the tub. She slipped in, but quickly got out. Never did it again for sure.

I worked one summer for a small pharmaceutical company. Sure didn't look like that.

We're eating C-rats?

Pounding down 48oz. of beer in under 5 minutes is not all that easy by itself.

REminds me of a bad practical joke played on a college buddy. We found a paper of his that he finished and was ready to submit to his professor for grading. We added a page to it that contained a contrived conclusion. The prof and our friend were not amused.

I laughed. My "baby girl" is 40 and when I did something like that to her over 20 years ago, she responded by going out and doing quite well. Tough love is what they call it.

Old joke down here in SW FL is that "the South" ends around Gainesville FL. The map is close on that, but there probably is also a big difference between SE FL and SW FL. Take a look at where I-75 goes and it might give you a clue.

Chuck Berry sang about "Sweet Little Sixteen" and I think he got into trouble for real back in the day.

We lived for a year in an apartment complex that had no insulation in wall between adjoining apartments. It was interesting to say the least.

She left me hanging on the telephone.