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Bob intended to become a cardiologist, John. But when
his first semester's grades were posted, he had to settle
for remaining a heart-throb.

Plagiarism, hyperbole, borderline political reference,
kin laid low by a buttered lobster jones--what next?
It's all I can do to keep this thread from unwinding.
But then it's all that I do do.

Bob, your mentioning forum people wanting to post
photos of their gizmos brings back pleasant memories of
that thread a few years back about tattoos, which after a
time observed that some surgeons were signing their work
with tattoos. So naturally the question arose as to
whether that included circumcisions, bamboo fly rod
fishermen being inordinately curious about inscriptions,
color of ink, and the flat on which they appear. One
fellow's inscription, by his own admission, included
date and place of birth, parents' names, the birthplace
hospital, the surgical hospital, attending nurses, the
doctor's name and degrees and office address of course,
and all of his professional affiliations. I believe John
thought that was hyperbolic, too. Somehow we escaped
photos that time. It's a good thing we monitor such things
on this thread.

Thanks for your suggestion, Ralph. I wish I shared your in interest that topic, too.
But a "dearth of US Rods" . . . There's probably nothing so fascinating as discussing
a dearth, and somehow I just don't recognize it. In fact I don't recognize that period as
one of U.S. cane rod famine. But I'm certain you could make it a lively topic, both
technically and esoterically, while I did the watching.

Why don't you lead off? Even make a new thread of it? Lock this one. There seems
eagerness to do that, and it's pretty much run its course anyway. Others will chip in on
the new thread. Soon it will sail ahead on its own. And you'll always have the advantage
of those good old days, as a dependable wind at your back.

Thanks also for watching. It's good to know you've always been there in the balcony even
while remaining so inconspicuous. Apparently there's a popcorn machine some place, too.
I'm ready to do lots of watching myself. Both a little dense and a little deaf, I've finally caught
your hint that would be preferred.