Maybe that's where the term "Salty Language" came from. I'm no longer in "research" mode so it matters not.
I didn't golf today because I'm too tired, Blah. I was really looking forward to it too. I'll probably just hit the range later. In the middle of the day. When it's the hottest. Good Idea! Who cares, at this point.
I'm letting my memories of Thursday's exam coagulate as I consume many cups of coffee (I don't appreciate my own personal concoction until I've been forced to drink something else for a few days.)
The Salty Sea Dog title is in reference to the salty nature of some of the comments recently. Now lemme' assure you, I understand that there's a time and place for colorful language. But wherever that time and place is, it's not here. You may have noticed that I refrain (for the most part) from the use of colorful adjectives in my posts and that's a personal choice. I don't impose that standard on anyone else and it's primarily because this record is written, (sort of.) I appreciate that others use it on their blogs and it bothers me not a whit. After all, my virgin ears were deflowered many (many) moons ago. It's simply an editorial decision that I made at the start and it seems to have served me adequately so far, although I reserve the right to violate that self-imposed prohibition come November 16th.
Anyway, the point of this is to say that I'm not disabling the ability to make Anonymous comments to posts, but I am going to spontaneously combust any comments that are foul and/or abusive to anyone.
Alrighty then... Let me get another Cup-O-Joe and I'll try to describe my very own personal take on Thursday.
And if there's one thing I've discovered between Thursday at 5:00 p.m. and now, it's that there can be 50 different interpretations of a particular fact pattern, and each one of them can be passing answers.
And now for the pause that refreshes....