I will stick a link up on BUSA (Burgman USA) today, Chuck. Thanks for reminding me.
Pacman, we didn't go in, but it looked like a riot in there. I have been trying to understand Beer for awhile. Questions like flavors, for instance. I recently learned what 'hoppy' taste is...and yuk, I might add. So I know now I like beer cold, full of bubbles, and as close to water as it can be. And then bottle shapes are important. It has to be a long neck. Phallick symbol?!! Oh good grief. Corona with a lot of lime, please. Wimp? Oh definitely.
Lano, you are a boat guy? This forum of folks may not know that sailing is as big a passion for me as scootering. Yawl...a homonym for my frog companion. It just keeps getting better. There is a gathering of wooden boats in the area right now, and I will be making it there. I have 3 and a half goals right now. The world's largest butterfly museum...live ones! Riding up Ranier. Seeing the wooden boats. (Starship song just came to mind! "Wooden ships on the water...very free and easy. Easy the way you know it's supposed to be...") Finding the troll under the bridge. OH! and seeing the Pike's Market and Phil the Pasta guy. OH! And having coffee at the original Starbucks. And the possibility of going out on a 42 footer a friend of John is picking up in Portland as I type. That is more than 3 and a half goals. At what point does keeping up with these goals become just work?? Blink blink.
Sometimes the universe just opens up for you. I understand it is not because you have been good, or because you have paid it forward, or because you deserve it. It just happens.
Here is a little piece of history. Seattle is my father's birth place. He was one of those man's man guys. Mountain climber, snow skier when one had to walk up before they could slide down, sailor, Air Force Lt. Colonel. He was the youngest man at 17 to earn 'Ship's Captain' rating in Seattle area when he was made Captain of the Sea Scout's 60 foot sailing vessel in the 30's. He joined the Air Force when it was the Army Air Corps and flew bombers. He was assigned to an ice hut inside the Arctic Circle for 8 weeks to study weather patterns. His uniform and sleeping bag and weather gear were all the same thing, a penguin bag! He was on the Manhattan Project from the start, and present at the failed New Mexico test of the bomb and the successful one, flew through the blast clouds at the Nevada and Marshall Island tests to collect air samples, and was on duty at Tinian when the Enola Gay was dispatched.
For some reason I started thinking about him as I passed through New Mexico and through Nevada. I was close to both blast sites, which I just now realized.
Here is an interesting link I found:
http://www.enolagay509th.com/manhat.htm
There was a book written and long ago out of print called
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Pssssst, about the New Mexico tests.