Bob,

Let's see if we have this right. You couldn't carry the weapon or the ammo. You wouldn't drive because of the Jagger in your canteen. You still were able to lift twelve to sixteen oz. brewskies and chase wild women but then you had some poor slob clean your weapon.

Somehow I just can't picture you as a tall Radar O'Rielly. How long were you over there? I remember the beer market crash of 1970. Brewmasters throwing themselves of one story building, twisting their ankles. Bars lowering their prices to get rid of all the surplus beer which they had. The only good to come out of this was that the Hartford area's brew sales increased and their favorite son final returned. Profile! Can't lift 25 pounds. How much did that cost you?