Neanderpundit

eat the food at gun shows? The fudge and candy in open boxes that has been exposed to the sweat and farts and B.O. of ten thousand gomers? I can see the hermetically sealed jerky and such, but let someone scoop malted milk balls however appetizing out of a box that has been open to the atmosphere for a hundred gunshows?

There are a bunch of people whose lives I think I can improve somewhat. And I will do that first.

I don’t really have a bucket list, I have done and seen more than I could have ever dreamed. But if I had resources, there are things.

I would watch the Monaco Grand prix, from the setting of the first jersey barrier till the last yacht leaves the harbor. I might do Silverstone too.

I would watch it rain on every continent where it does rain, watch thunderstorms gather and loose their power everywhere I could.

I would tour Chernobyl to the extend that it could be toured.

I would spend the rest of my summer vacations in Rudyard Kiplings home.

I would pay Jackie Stewart (Or whatever charity he desired) to give me a weeks driving lessons.

I would get Maserati to let me build my own car in their factory, working along their craftsmen.

All pipe dreams, of course, but fun pipe dreams to have, fun daydreams to enjoy on the way to work, or in bed on chilly winter mornings.