MY KIND OF SPEED
I just started my surgery clerkship, and I found out my preceptor flies planes in his spare time. It amazes me how many sailors are also pilots (including glider pilots) and vice versa. Is it the fascination with “harnessing Nature”? Is it simply the rush one gets from the wind? The speed? I don’t do drugs, and I’ve found most people who fly and sail don’t either (unless you count fermented grains as a drug). And that’s quite alright with me, because I’ve found people who need illegal drugs to relax also tend to be people who gripe a lot, and I don’t like to listen. I much prefer the rhythmic slap of a halyard on a mast while in the midst of doldrums, to the groggy comments of a stoned person on my living room floor.
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My friend Bob took this on a calm day sailing.
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Comments (2)
There are stoned people on your living room floor? I find that it helps to hide them by throwing a rug over them or something. Maybe you can use some Martha Stewart-like thinking to get them to match with your curtains. Who knows?
*its a good thing*
Nope, no stoned people on *my* living room floor. But I’ve been invited to some people’s apartments whose living rooms had wall-to-wall stoned people, and a bitter potpourri blend in the air. Not my kind of decor, really. I prefer hardwood floors and hazelnut coffee.