Two observations related to the thread itself, rather than its content.

Observation the first: When a tavern conversation takes a turn into shoving match territory, it is always gratifying to have CRConrad arrive on the scene in the leather motorcycle club vest (“Hell’s Project Managers”) with a length of greasy chain draped over his shoulder and brandishing a broken beer bottle in his mouse hand. Gives a feller a case of the warm and fuzzies, knowing CRC has his back.

Observation the second: Although here as in many matters mmoffitt remains firmly in the grip of a pre-existing philosophical condition that most of us regard as folly, it is difficult not to admire the vigorous gallop at which he rides these hobbyhorses, the tenacity with which he clings to the saddle as he traverses heavily-cratered ground, the relative equanimity of his ripostes. We’re not laughing at you, kid—well, actually, sometimes we are, but it’s, you know, friendly laughter.

Anyway, thanks to both named contributors for keeping these exchanges lively.

cordially,