[Stymie]

I'm an older than dirt alum who spent the first 20 years after graduation (AB, English) getting an MBA at the Stanford of the East, dodging protesting hippies and possible assignments to Nam by being a good boy (outside of the weekend pass I finagled to get to Woodstock) for two years at the Dept of the Army HQ in DC, working fulltime as as a management consultant for ~8 years and then retiring at age 34 or so and pissing away the next 10 years working a bit but spending the most important 2-4 months of each year playing golf in Scotland (mostly at Dornoch, north of nowhere....), and there eventually finding a woman whom, after a 10 year courtship, lured me to a Burns supper in New Jersey and plied me with haggis and Macallan until I just couldn't say no, and then I flitted to Fife in Scotland with her and got married and had two kids and, for Christ sakes they are now almost adults!, but we're all doing fine and with the combination of my wife's salary and my investment income we don't really have to work, so I pretend to work by following my interests of, watching my sprogs morph into the the great pieces of intelligent protoplasm that I am sure they will become, competitive golf, watching and bitch slapping the stock markets, and following Stanford Football.  Did I mention that my Honors thesis was on James Joyce....????

I'll lurk religiously and post randomly.  Watch out for the tyops.

Stymie

[Stymie]

I'm an older than dirt alum who spent the first 20 years after graduation (AB, English) getting an MBA at the Stanford of the East, dodging protesting hippies and possible assignments to Nam by being a good boy (outside of the weekend pass I finagled to get to Woodstock) for two years at the Dept of the Army HQ in DC, working fulltime as as a management consultant for ~8 years and then retiring at age 34 or so and pissing away the next 10 years working a bit but spending the most important 2-4 months of each year playing golf in Scotland (mostly at Dornoch, north of nowhere....), and there eventually finding a woman whom, after a 10 year courtship, lured me to a Burns supper in New Jersey and plied me with haggis and Macallan until I just couldn't say no, and then I flitted to Fife in Scotland with her and got married and had two kids and, for Christ sakes they are now almost adults!, but we're all doing fine and with the combination of my wife's salary and my investment income we don't really have to work, so I pretend to work by following my interests of, watching my sprogs morph into the the great pieces of intelligent protoplasm that I am sure they will become, competitive golf, watching and bitch slapping the stock markets, and following Stanford Football.  Did I mention that my Honors thesis was on James Joyce....????

I'll lurk religiously and post randomly.  Watch out for the tyops.

Stymie