Performance Improvements

[Ric Moore]

On Fri, 2006-12-01 at 18:35 -0800, Bill Campbell wrote:
> On Fri, Dec 01, 2006, Collins Richey wrote:
> >On 12/1/06, Bill Campbell <linux-sxs at celestial.com> wrote:
> >
> >>>Ric Moore wrote:
> >
> >>>Count your blessings; the armpit is luxury compared to where I reside in
> >>>the crotch of NC - Fayetteville.
> >>
> >>Sounds better than Wooster Mass which one of my college room mates, who
> >>transferred to Hopkins from Holy Cross, describe by saying ``Boston's
> >>the a$$hole of the world, and Wooster's 40 miles up it.
> >>
> >I've never been to Worcester, but the one time I spent a week in
> >Boston (ca. 30 years ago) it was quite tolerable for a big city. We
> >went to a Renaissance music concert played on original instruments at
> >some museum. While wandering about the museum and reading about the
> >history of Boston, I discovered a little bit of family trivia. One of
> >the co-founders of the Charitable Irish Society (help for the indigent
> >Irish) was one Clarence MacRichey no less.
> >
> >OTOH, one of my buddies who was in the Army during the Vietnam era was
> >stationed for an extended period in Baltimore, and he swore that he
> >knew where God would place the tube to give the world an enema!
> 
> Having lived in Baltimore for 6 years while at Johns Hopkins and
> a couple of years after I graduated, I can say that it's a lot
> better than Washington, D.C. (again about 40 miles up it).  At
> least people in Baltimore produce something real rather than the
> hot air and male bovine defecations which are the primary output
> of the D.C. area.

Jeeez, I reported for induction in Baltimore in 1969. Me and one other
guy aced that entrance test (connect windless A to rope B in a
counterclockwise direction to bucket C. Turning the windless in a
clockwise direction will raise or lower the bucket?) so they held us
back while the others hit the showers. Drill Sargent type: " I wanna
talk to you two boys about OTC." My left leg was mangled in a car wreck
and was about as around as my arm while still healing. I had my Doctor
reports under my arm. He spots them and declares, with pinwheel
eyeballs, "We got FINE doctors in the ARMY!" 

Get me the Hell outa here. 

So, to get even, they put me on Arlo Guthries "Group W Bench" before
they released me, where all the nutcases dressed as women or clutching a
copy of "Big Hooters" and looking all depraved sat. I think I made the
trip back to DC and sanity in about 20 minutes flat. That was my last
impression of Baltimore. "Greetings" my ass. Ric