Wednesday, September 19, 2007
a philosophical question
If a tree fell in a forest and neither of the following were there-- Lindsay Lohan, Brittany Spears, Paris Hilton or O.J. Simpson-- would it make a sound?
Sunday, September 09, 2007
return of the prodigal
“Jimbo? Jimbo who?” You are probably asking. Then, you are probably answering your own rhetorical question with another.
“Where the hell have you been, Jimbo?”
I’ve been busy, I guess. Today, though, I have something to say so I am saying it.
You’ve all heard the old joke. The parents of a young child are trying to teach their youngster to speak. He looks at them and pays attention, but when it comes time to say something, he is mute. They have him examined by a physician and he appears to be physically able to speak, he just doesn’t. A year passes and the speaking lessons continue without success.
One night at the dinner table, the child suddenly says, “The beans are cold.”
The parents are shocked.
“We didn’t think you could speak,” says his father, excitedly.
“What made you finally decide to talk?” Asks the mother.
“Well, up to now, everything was all right,” replies the child.
While everything certainly has not been alright, I figured I had said enough, but something in the news this weekend has caused me to speak. And, what caused me to complain is a visit from that grizzly old buzzard—camel jockey number one—Osama bin Laden.
Osama wants all of us to convert to Islam and he wants us to give up capitalism.
Yeah, right, ObL. Right after we give up apple pie, mom and the flag.
And, that is not going to happen as long as I’m here.
The thing that most struck me about what Osama had to say, was what he didn’t say. And, what he didn’t say—his body language-- told us all who is influencing him most.
Keith Hernandez and “Clyde” Frazier.
Osama’s new look told us all that he had been watching the television commercials that Keith and Clyde do. You know the ones I’m talking about. The one where the graybeard walks up to the good-looking young woman and she laughs him off. As she turns away, the graybeard’s eyes glaze in a look of tired defeat. However, this is one graybeard who snatches victory from the arms of that defeat by using the beard coloring that Keith and Clyde recommend. The next time we see him, his beard is dark; he is a young firebrand, and the next attractive young woman he meets greets him with a passionate look that almost certainly guarantees he will not go home alone.
Yes, Osama may be holed up in some prehistoric cave somewhere, but he obviously has the ability to violate his anti-capitalistic credo and purchase some of Keith’s and Clyde’s beard darkening stuff. I guess Osama wants to impress the young women, too.
It appears that Osama, despite the prehistoric conditions under which Bush supposedly forces him to live, can still get in a video crew and get his inane caterwauling plastered all over al Jazeera and the rest of the world media.
Still, it is good to see that Osama still cares about his appearance, because when his man is no longer in the White House, he may have to show up in a court of law to explain what he has been up to.
Until that time, I think I’ll stick with my non-Islamic beliefs and I think we’ll keep capitalism. I could go on and on, but right now I am heading over to mom’s house. I wonder if she’ll have apple pie and if the flag will still be hanging on the front porch like it was last week.
“Where the hell have you been, Jimbo?”
I’ve been busy, I guess. Today, though, I have something to say so I am saying it.
You’ve all heard the old joke. The parents of a young child are trying to teach their youngster to speak. He looks at them and pays attention, but when it comes time to say something, he is mute. They have him examined by a physician and he appears to be physically able to speak, he just doesn’t. A year passes and the speaking lessons continue without success.
One night at the dinner table, the child suddenly says, “The beans are cold.”
The parents are shocked.
“We didn’t think you could speak,” says his father, excitedly.
“What made you finally decide to talk?” Asks the mother.
“Well, up to now, everything was all right,” replies the child.
While everything certainly has not been alright, I figured I had said enough, but something in the news this weekend has caused me to speak. And, what caused me to complain is a visit from that grizzly old buzzard—camel jockey number one—Osama bin Laden.
Osama wants all of us to convert to Islam and he wants us to give up capitalism.
Yeah, right, ObL. Right after we give up apple pie, mom and the flag.
And, that is not going to happen as long as I’m here.
The thing that most struck me about what Osama had to say, was what he didn’t say. And, what he didn’t say—his body language-- told us all who is influencing him most.
Keith Hernandez and “Clyde” Frazier.
Osama’s new look told us all that he had been watching the television commercials that Keith and Clyde do. You know the ones I’m talking about. The one where the graybeard walks up to the good-looking young woman and she laughs him off. As she turns away, the graybeard’s eyes glaze in a look of tired defeat. However, this is one graybeard who snatches victory from the arms of that defeat by using the beard coloring that Keith and Clyde recommend. The next time we see him, his beard is dark; he is a young firebrand, and the next attractive young woman he meets greets him with a passionate look that almost certainly guarantees he will not go home alone.
Yes, Osama may be holed up in some prehistoric cave somewhere, but he obviously has the ability to violate his anti-capitalistic credo and purchase some of Keith’s and Clyde’s beard darkening stuff. I guess Osama wants to impress the young women, too.
It appears that Osama, despite the prehistoric conditions under which Bush supposedly forces him to live, can still get in a video crew and get his inane caterwauling plastered all over al Jazeera and the rest of the world media.
Still, it is good to see that Osama still cares about his appearance, because when his man is no longer in the White House, he may have to show up in a court of law to explain what he has been up to.
Until that time, I think I’ll stick with my non-Islamic beliefs and I think we’ll keep capitalism. I could go on and on, but right now I am heading over to mom’s house. I wonder if she’ll have apple pie and if the flag will still be hanging on the front porch like it was last week.
Saturday, January 27, 2007
waiting for a train and something entirely different comes along
Today is rapidly on its way to being yesterday. Tonight I can say that today I had an epiphany, but in an hour I will have to say it was yesterday. I looked into the present and saw the future while I was looking at the past.
“What the %$#@ have you been smoking, Jimbo?” many of you are probably asking. “We haven’t heard a word from you in a whole %$#@*+(& month, and now that you are communicating again, it sounds like you’ve gone off the &^%($*@ deep end.”
Well, I guess I better start at the beginning.
I was thinking this morning of the song Waiting For A Train, by Jimmie Rodgers, so I went online to download the lyrics to the song. While I was looking for them, one of the search results I found was a link to Jimmie actually singing the song. After I printed the lyrics, I clicked on to the link and it took me to You Tube, where I watched an eighty-year-old film clip of Rodgers singing the song to a couple of elderly women.
Jimmie sang:
My pocketbook is empty and my heart is full of pain
I’m a thousand miles away from home, just waiting for a train
I was able to follow along with the lyrics I had just printed off and look at the chord changes he made and made note of the key in which he played the song and the chords he played. If one knows the basic major cord fingering patterns, it is easy to read them while watching the video of a guitar player. Rodgers did a little fancy stuff with alternating basses, but he played primarily using major chords—no diminished chords or seventeenth-suspended chords, or anything like that.
Now, I can anticipate your next question.
“How does watching film from the early 1930s of some yodeling hillbilly plucking on his guitar for a couple of old ladies help you see into the future?” some of you are asking right now.
Well, posting videos on You Tube is the latest in-vogue thing, and all of this crap that people are posting on line is just that—crap. But, in among the crap is some important video and it is becoming a permanent record that will remain for years. Instead of just reading about someone or something in a book and maybe seeing a picture of them, future generations will be able to see them move and hear them talk, and dance and sing. And all those people that are posting all that crap—and that little bit of important video—are leaving a walking, talking video record of our time. Someday all that video—because it is so easily searchable, will become our history.
At least that is the view from here in Jimbo’s world.
“What the %$#@ have you been smoking, Jimbo?” many of you are probably asking. “We haven’t heard a word from you in a whole %$#@*+(& month, and now that you are communicating again, it sounds like you’ve gone off the &^%($*@ deep end.”
Well, I guess I better start at the beginning.
I was thinking this morning of the song Waiting For A Train, by Jimmie Rodgers, so I went online to download the lyrics to the song. While I was looking for them, one of the search results I found was a link to Jimmie actually singing the song. After I printed the lyrics, I clicked on to the link and it took me to You Tube, where I watched an eighty-year-old film clip of Rodgers singing the song to a couple of elderly women.
Jimmie sang:
My pocketbook is empty and my heart is full of pain
I’m a thousand miles away from home, just waiting for a train
I was able to follow along with the lyrics I had just printed off and look at the chord changes he made and made note of the key in which he played the song and the chords he played. If one knows the basic major cord fingering patterns, it is easy to read them while watching the video of a guitar player. Rodgers did a little fancy stuff with alternating basses, but he played primarily using major chords—no diminished chords or seventeenth-suspended chords, or anything like that.
Now, I can anticipate your next question.
“How does watching film from the early 1930s of some yodeling hillbilly plucking on his guitar for a couple of old ladies help you see into the future?” some of you are asking right now.
Well, posting videos on You Tube is the latest in-vogue thing, and all of this crap that people are posting on line is just that—crap. But, in among the crap is some important video and it is becoming a permanent record that will remain for years. Instead of just reading about someone or something in a book and maybe seeing a picture of them, future generations will be able to see them move and hear them talk, and dance and sing. And all those people that are posting all that crap—and that little bit of important video—are leaving a walking, talking video record of our time. Someday all that video—because it is so easily searchable, will become our history.
At least that is the view from here in Jimbo’s world.
Sunday, December 31, 2006
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
how the cypriot stole christmas
Where were you thirty-five years ago yesterday?
I forgot about this memorable event until I was ready to go to bed last night. Those of us alive back then will never forget where they were when Garo Yepremian kicked off with a minute and seven seconds left in the fourth quarter of the longest game in NFL history.
It was the Chief and Dolphins at Municipal Stadium in Kansas City and the Dolphins came back and tied the game with 1:07 left. I remember the announcers were as worn out as the rest of us and when Dick Carlson made the call.
….Podolak and McVea at the goal line and Yepremian’s kick is in the air. Podolak up the middle; the ten, the fifteen….
The crowd erupted because they saw the hole develop long before Carlson did, but Carlson continued with his call, even though he was barely audible.
…the twenty, the twenty-five…
If one listened closely one could hear Carlson finally catch on while he uttered the word “five.” He screamed the word. He screamed:
…thirty…
After I spent hours replaying the reel-to-reel tape I made of the broadcast, I was finally able to make out what I believe was the following, but it was so inaudible over the noise of the crowd, I can’t vouch for its accuracy.
...the thirty-five, the forty! He’s gone!…
However, at the time of the live broadcast, the last thing we could understand was “thirty.” There was the uncomfortable half-minute or so when it was not certain what had just happened. Fortunately, after the thirty-seconds of crown noise, Bill Grigsby came on and explained that Podolak had broken the kickoff for 75 yards and was caught by one of the gunners at the twenty-three. It was just a matter of Jan Stenerud—one of the most reliable kickers of all time—to come in and kick the field goal to put the game away. Unfortunately, Stenerud missed the field goal and the game went into two overtimes.
Garo Yepremian finally ended the game with a field goal in the sixth “quarter.” Yepremian was probably the most notable American football player ever to come from Cyprus. It was a point at which the Chiefs’ dynasty began to go downhill and the Dolphins began to rise to the top.
It was one of those days we’ll always remember, even if it didn’t turn out the way we wanted it to, here in Jimbo’s world.
I forgot about this memorable event until I was ready to go to bed last night. Those of us alive back then will never forget where they were when Garo Yepremian kicked off with a minute and seven seconds left in the fourth quarter of the longest game in NFL history.
It was the Chief and Dolphins at Municipal Stadium in Kansas City and the Dolphins came back and tied the game with 1:07 left. I remember the announcers were as worn out as the rest of us and when Dick Carlson made the call.
….Podolak and McVea at the goal line and Yepremian’s kick is in the air. Podolak up the middle; the ten, the fifteen….
The crowd erupted because they saw the hole develop long before Carlson did, but Carlson continued with his call, even though he was barely audible.
…the twenty, the twenty-five…
If one listened closely one could hear Carlson finally catch on while he uttered the word “five.” He screamed the word. He screamed:
…thirty…
After I spent hours replaying the reel-to-reel tape I made of the broadcast, I was finally able to make out what I believe was the following, but it was so inaudible over the noise of the crowd, I can’t vouch for its accuracy.
...the thirty-five, the forty! He’s gone!…
However, at the time of the live broadcast, the last thing we could understand was “thirty.” There was the uncomfortable half-minute or so when it was not certain what had just happened. Fortunately, after the thirty-seconds of crown noise, Bill Grigsby came on and explained that Podolak had broken the kickoff for 75 yards and was caught by one of the gunners at the twenty-three. It was just a matter of Jan Stenerud—one of the most reliable kickers of all time—to come in and kick the field goal to put the game away. Unfortunately, Stenerud missed the field goal and the game went into two overtimes.
Garo Yepremian finally ended the game with a field goal in the sixth “quarter.” Yepremian was probably the most notable American football player ever to come from Cyprus. It was a point at which the Chiefs’ dynasty began to go downhill and the Dolphins began to rise to the top.
It was one of those days we’ll always remember, even if it didn’t turn out the way we wanted it to, here in Jimbo’s world.
Monday, December 18, 2006
reefer, man
It was reported today that America’s biggest cash crop is not corn. It’s not oats. It’s not soybeans. No, it’s not even wheat.
Do you know what it is?
No! It’s not ginseng, either. No, not crabgrass.
It’s grass.
No, not that kind.
It’s marijuana. Here is the story.
smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette
According to the story, our country produces $35 billion worth of ganja per year, while we produce $23 billion worth or corn and $7 billion worth of wheat.
Oh, wow, man, that’s a lot of doobie.
You may remember that your mother told you to eat your vegetables. As a country we produce $11 billion worth of veggies. Apparently, we weren’t paying much attention to mommy, because we are growing (and I would assume, consuming) more than three times that amount of wacky weed.
There is something that makes me wonder about this story, however. There are a number of people in this country that grow wheat. They put their profits on their tax returns and report that information to the government. The same is true with growers of corn and vegetables. I am wondering how many people write “marijuana farmer” as their occupation on their tax returns? Consequently, I am wondering how the authors of this study are able to determine the correct amount of marijuana grown.
Almost everyone I know eats things made out of corn and wheat and they eat vegetables regularly. Back in the day, I knew people who were rumored to partake of the fruit of the cannabis plant, but I have to admit I know of very few today. I’m certain they exist. My assumption is that there are probably not as many as there were in olden times who puff on hemp cigarettes.
So I have to think the data are questionable as to whether there really is $35 billion of wacky tobacco being produced and consumed. It just makes one wonder whether we can believe everything we read. Or maybe the way to phrase the question would be is there anything we won't believe?
At least that’s our thought, here in Jimbo’s world.
Do you know what it is?
No! It’s not ginseng, either. No, not crabgrass.
It’s grass.
No, not that kind.
It’s marijuana. Here is the story.
smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette
According to the story, our country produces $35 billion worth of ganja per year, while we produce $23 billion worth or corn and $7 billion worth of wheat.
Oh, wow, man, that’s a lot of doobie.
You may remember that your mother told you to eat your vegetables. As a country we produce $11 billion worth of veggies. Apparently, we weren’t paying much attention to mommy, because we are growing (and I would assume, consuming) more than three times that amount of wacky weed.
There is something that makes me wonder about this story, however. There are a number of people in this country that grow wheat. They put their profits on their tax returns and report that information to the government. The same is true with growers of corn and vegetables. I am wondering how many people write “marijuana farmer” as their occupation on their tax returns? Consequently, I am wondering how the authors of this study are able to determine the correct amount of marijuana grown.
Almost everyone I know eats things made out of corn and wheat and they eat vegetables regularly. Back in the day, I knew people who were rumored to partake of the fruit of the cannabis plant, but I have to admit I know of very few today. I’m certain they exist. My assumption is that there are probably not as many as there were in olden times who puff on hemp cigarettes.
So I have to think the data are questionable as to whether there really is $35 billion of wacky tobacco being produced and consumed. It just makes one wonder whether we can believe everything we read. Or maybe the way to phrase the question would be is there anything we won't believe?
At least that’s our thought, here in Jimbo’s world.
Sunday, December 17, 2006
jimbo: time magazine's person of the year
You can imagine Jimbo’s surprise this morning about discovering he had been named Time Magazine’s Person of the Year.
First of all, just let me say that, unaccustomed as I am to public speaking, I would like to thank of those who had an influence on my life. Many of whom read this blog regularly and I’d just like to say that I couldn’t have done it without you.
Secondly, let me say that I would like to thank all of those with whom I will share the award. I would like to thank all of you personally and individually, but there just won’t be sufficient time.
By the way, here is the story.
Time's person of the year.
Time has named anyone using or creating content on the World Wide Web as their person of the year. It just dawned on me. You are person of the year, too. Congratulations on a job well done and on your selection for this award. It couldn’t have gone to a better person.
Perhaps in our lifetimes, there has been no other event that had a greater influence on the advancement of civilization than the popularizing and commercializing of the Internet. While the Internet has existed since the 1960s, its popularization during the mid-1990s was the watershed event that will define our era. You will recall there were a large group of forward-thinking individuals who seized upon the idea of commercializing of the Internet. Many of them are still around, even though the majority of them and the companies they founded have died and will be buried beneath the sands of time.
The medium they all nurtured has now stretched its power and influence to most every end of the earth. The Internet is like freedom and like civilization. While a few totalitarians still manage to keep the Internet and the exchange of communication from their people, it will only be a matter of time until they will be pushed aside by ideas coming from a cable or tower and flickering on the screen of a monitor.
You will also recall that the sitting President at the time, Bill Clinton, assigned his Vice-President to enable this new-fangled technology, which they dubbed “the information superhighway,” to insure its rapid growth and advancement. Their legitimatization of this technology represented one of the primary functions of government: that is the advancement of ideas of, by and for the people.
It will be poetic justice that long after the settling of the dust and ashes of the Republicans who doubled over with laughter and rolled in the aisles at their 2000 convention at the suggestion of the Vice-President having enabled the internet, the name of Al Gore will probably be the only one of this generation remembered 2000 years from now.
Yes, I accept this award on behalf of all of us. Thank you very much.
At least, that is our acceptance speech, here in Jimbo’s world.
First of all, just let me say that, unaccustomed as I am to public speaking, I would like to thank of those who had an influence on my life. Many of whom read this blog regularly and I’d just like to say that I couldn’t have done it without you.
Secondly, let me say that I would like to thank all of those with whom I will share the award. I would like to thank all of you personally and individually, but there just won’t be sufficient time.
By the way, here is the story.
Time's person of the year.
Time has named anyone using or creating content on the World Wide Web as their person of the year. It just dawned on me. You are person of the year, too. Congratulations on a job well done and on your selection for this award. It couldn’t have gone to a better person.
Perhaps in our lifetimes, there has been no other event that had a greater influence on the advancement of civilization than the popularizing and commercializing of the Internet. While the Internet has existed since the 1960s, its popularization during the mid-1990s was the watershed event that will define our era. You will recall there were a large group of forward-thinking individuals who seized upon the idea of commercializing of the Internet. Many of them are still around, even though the majority of them and the companies they founded have died and will be buried beneath the sands of time.
The medium they all nurtured has now stretched its power and influence to most every end of the earth. The Internet is like freedom and like civilization. While a few totalitarians still manage to keep the Internet and the exchange of communication from their people, it will only be a matter of time until they will be pushed aside by ideas coming from a cable or tower and flickering on the screen of a monitor.
You will also recall that the sitting President at the time, Bill Clinton, assigned his Vice-President to enable this new-fangled technology, which they dubbed “the information superhighway,” to insure its rapid growth and advancement. Their legitimatization of this technology represented one of the primary functions of government: that is the advancement of ideas of, by and for the people.
It will be poetic justice that long after the settling of the dust and ashes of the Republicans who doubled over with laughter and rolled in the aisles at their 2000 convention at the suggestion of the Vice-President having enabled the internet, the name of Al Gore will probably be the only one of this generation remembered 2000 years from now.
Yes, I accept this award on behalf of all of us. Thank you very much.
At least, that is our acceptance speech, here in Jimbo’s world.
Saturday, December 16, 2006
out of office reply
I can’t help noticing that I am getting a very large number of almost instantaneous responses to many of the e-mails I’m sending at work. I’m getting more of them than I am spam. The subject of those responses is “out of office reply.”
I’m not bitching. I think the out of office reply is great, because one can know immediately that the recipient didn’t read your e-mail. For example, today I sent out a request for proposal to three people and got an instant response from each. They were all out of the office, but their out of office replies advised me they would all be back Monday.
But here is the deal.
It used to be that people took their vacation throughout the year, but now, everyone is so busy that they have to take their vacation days at the end of the year. Everyone is on a quest to use up their days before they use up their year. I think it demonstrates a paradigm change in society. We’re all working longer, harder and putting off taking our vacation.
Either that, or we are managing our e-mail programs better.
Anyway, I could go on and on about this, but most of you won’t read it until next week because you’re probably out of the office, burning those last few days of vacation for the year.
At least that’s what we think, here in Jimbo’s world.
I’m not bitching. I think the out of office reply is great, because one can know immediately that the recipient didn’t read your e-mail. For example, today I sent out a request for proposal to three people and got an instant response from each. They were all out of the office, but their out of office replies advised me they would all be back Monday.
But here is the deal.
It used to be that people took their vacation throughout the year, but now, everyone is so busy that they have to take their vacation days at the end of the year. Everyone is on a quest to use up their days before they use up their year. I think it demonstrates a paradigm change in society. We’re all working longer, harder and putting off taking our vacation.
Either that, or we are managing our e-mail programs better.
Anyway, I could go on and on about this, but most of you won’t read it until next week because you’re probably out of the office, burning those last few days of vacation for the year.
At least that’s what we think, here in Jimbo’s world.
Monday, December 11, 2006
twelve more days and still more money
Those of you following along for the last two-plus years may recall that back in my salad days of blogging, I came across a Christmas article by the folks at PNB Bank in Pittsburgh putting a current value on the gifts from the song Twelve Days of Christmas, if they were purchased today. Before I bring you up to date, let’s revisit those glorious days of yesteryear.
http://jimboandhisfriends.blogspot.com/2004/11/twelve-days-and-sixty-six-large.html
Or, maybe my update last year.
http://jimboandhisfriends.blogspot.com/2005/11/twelve-high-dollar-days-of-christmas.html
You may recall that last year the index of dodecagonal Christmas giving was up approximately nine-and–one-half percent. This year the index of twelfth-night philanthropy is up three-and-one-half percent, meaning the average between last year and this is six-and-one-half percent. Due to compounding, if we extrapolate this rate of inflation over ten years, the actual annual rate is 8.7%.
If you are tired of hearing me complain about the lack of fiscal responsibility of our current government and especially the current executive branch of that government, you’d best hit the “next blog” button, now. For despite sacking that worthless John Snow earlier this year, the administration is still behind the eight ball.
Hang your head in shame, Mr. President. Hang your head in shame.
How can this happen in a civilized society?
But, this is the Christmas season and a time of hope and cheer. With the same spirit that the spendthrift in the Twelve Days of Christmas song cast away his money on his true love, I will cast the seeds of hope before you.
Perhaps the new government that will be in place after the first of the year will be more careful with our dollars. Perhaps, unlike our current government, they won’t cast our dollars before the lobbyists in the same way that Jesus suggested in Matthew 7:6, when he said:
“…neither cast ye your pearls before swine…”
All I can say for sure, however, is that the love-struck dude in the song would best be warned to save his money for a rainy day, rather than laying down seventy-eight large to impress his lady.
At least that is what we think, here in Jimbo’s world.
http://jimboandhisfriends.blogspot.com/2004/11/twelve-days-and-sixty-six-large.html
Or, maybe my update last year.
http://jimboandhisfriends.blogspot.com/2005/11/twelve-high-dollar-days-of-christmas.html
You may recall that last year the index of dodecagonal Christmas giving was up approximately nine-and–one-half percent. This year the index of twelfth-night philanthropy is up three-and-one-half percent, meaning the average between last year and this is six-and-one-half percent. Due to compounding, if we extrapolate this rate of inflation over ten years, the actual annual rate is 8.7%.
If you are tired of hearing me complain about the lack of fiscal responsibility of our current government and especially the current executive branch of that government, you’d best hit the “next blog” button, now. For despite sacking that worthless John Snow earlier this year, the administration is still behind the eight ball.
Hang your head in shame, Mr. President. Hang your head in shame.
How can this happen in a civilized society?
But, this is the Christmas season and a time of hope and cheer. With the same spirit that the spendthrift in the Twelve Days of Christmas song cast away his money on his true love, I will cast the seeds of hope before you.
Perhaps the new government that will be in place after the first of the year will be more careful with our dollars. Perhaps, unlike our current government, they won’t cast our dollars before the lobbyists in the same way that Jesus suggested in Matthew 7:6, when he said:
“…neither cast ye your pearls before swine…”
All I can say for sure, however, is that the love-struck dude in the song would best be warned to save his money for a rainy day, rather than laying down seventy-eight large to impress his lady.
At least that is what we think, here in Jimbo’s world.
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