With his droll sense of humor he kept us laughing all thru dinner. He should make a tape of them all. The 1 bad aspect of it all was that, an addicted philosophical-type pipe smoker, he inadvertently left his pipe at home. And the worst part of all was that, though he plumbed the back alleys of our rural Hamilton community, no stores of any bent sold pipes. Now an old College professor can't even think in peace.
Fruit flies like bananas.
This doesn't make much sense now, but be patient. Didn't like it and don't care to have a repeat. I used to wonder who owned all the BMWs, Mercedes Sports Cars, Sting Rays and the like in hospital parking lots. Not the patients which brings me to a point I've been pondering since the TIA bit. It will afford the rare opportunity to get whatever off the ol' chest.