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Back in the olden days . . . as a skier in Germany with a gret guide to the resorts of Europe and a van, come friday afternoons my buddies and I were often seen stocking the up for the trip to someplace less then 10 hours drive away. Lots of ice chests and lots of beer and sandwich makings and sleeping bags and beer and chips and skis and beer and warm clothes. Bn XO a really grumpy guy (who was an excelent skier) interupted our packing one day:
XO What are you doing?
US Going skiing, Sir.
XO Where?
US The Eiger, Sir.
XO That's a lot of beer.
US No Sir . . . I mean Yes, Sir.
XO Do you know what will happen to all of you if someone gets stupid and gets arrested?
US No Sir.
XO Nothin. Cuz I'm not coming to get you. And I'm not going to allow anyone to get you. We'll list you as deserters and drop you from the rolls.
US Yes, Sir
XO Have fun.
We understood the rules of the game. And played by them.
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