Farkel, before you go, this might be my last post here for a long time and so pardon the pomp and circumstance that is about to gush forth from my keyboard. Just wanted to mention that if you're tooling around on a hot summer's day in your internet sports coupe, and, well, down there on a country road off interstate 66, http://www.aimoo.com/h2o/ (in our neck of the woods), why not pay us a visit? It seems that right about now, matter of fact, H2O's population is 0.00, and she's in need of someone who specializes in cardiac CPR. I know that you're retiring from the ambulance service but if you could just, for old times sake, give H2O's fair breasts a few jolts from that cardiac machine you carry around with you, to get her heart going, I mean, you see, she's having an out of body experience and doesn't like staring down at her body laying there. Don't get me wrong, I mean, touch her in the wrong places and tango with the moderators. But for someone who has changed so profoundly, I slap my own hands for even insinuating such insults.
Please, Farkel, one last miracle, she needs a jump start in the worst way, so will you help get that interstate 66 traffic flowing to her downtown to a place with an international open flair that was once likened to the bar in "Cassablanca" -- frequented by those shady characters played by Bogart and Baccall? Afterall you're retired now, you're leaving this all behind, you've served your tour of duty and the Watchtower can harm you less than a pimple on your butt. Why not give it a go, as the British say?
Well, that's enough! At least I tried. Your timing is impeccable, I must say, because a Belgian brothel atmosphere is taking hold of this place, and even I have seriously considered taking flight myself. No matter which direction the winds turn, enjoy your retirement, Farkel, and as you walk away from this site, the ancient words to the wise are true as ever, "remember Lot's wife." ;-)
Derrick
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.
-- William Blake (Auguries of Innocence)