Speaking of blowing ... hi, I'm Cooper, and I discovered your blog via our uplifting mutual acquaintance at Unremitting Failure ... I cannot believe that someone who lives so far away from natural ice would not only have discovered the charms of hockey, but would then have squandered his affection on those pigeon-toed ballerinas, the Toronto Maple Leafs. 14 weeks from today, the Leafs are in Vancouver. I hope you'll plan on tuning into Team 1040 to hear the Canucks change your allegiance before the first commercial break. Nice to meet you, Dave, your blog is very readable and refreshing. Please replace the missing posts, however; I don't like feeling that I've missed something. Bagpipes are an excellent musical choice, by the way.
I'm sorry I asked. I hate to follow one question with yet another question, but how does one find one's way to bagpipes in the first place? Oh, and how come you're not wearing a kilt?P.S. Hey Cooper! UF Mike
Hi, Mike. Hi, Dave.
Am I bald? Am I from Sweden? Hey, Cooper! Thanks for the kind words. I'll have to replace those missing posts by typing new ones. When I delete 400 blog posts, I delete them into oblivion, where they belong. Nice to meet you!~Dave
Hey Mike, how did you not yet know that I played the pipes? When I was stationed in the Sinai, this Alberta-style Canadian played his pipes at the Brit bar where I was always either serving drinks or having them served to me. The sound was so irritating and obnoxious that I just had to go to Scotland and buy my own set. Scotland seemed like a sensible shopping place. As for the kilt, well, I've never needed to dress like an ass to act like one. I've given it up for a kayak skirt!Say, did you know I spoke semi-fluent Hebrew?~Dave
i've also seen him inflate the goose and hold it standing in a boat on a rainy day under a wooden bridge on the back waters of the Kerr-McGee Navigation Channel, in the show room of a U-Haul Center in south west Tulsa,OK; on the banks of the flooded Lake Fort Gibson, while wakling several miles along the Rio Grande during a freak summer time flash flood in Big Bend State Park; in my living room...
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