“Every father should remember that one day his son will follow his example instead of his advice.”
Mr. Charlie Maxwell died Saturday November 24th. He was in my estimation the only Father I knew that had a truly remarkable relationship with one of his son --- my friend and “brother” Bob Maxwell.
I’ve known Bob since 1973 when I met him and his wife Marcia at a trade show in Nashville, Tenn. In those days they ran Sportsman’s One Stop at the entrance to Land Between The Lakes where I worked. Over the subsequent 35 years I got to know Bob and all his family and refer to him as a truly a “brother I never had.”
Bob and Marcia’s daughters treat us like aunts and uncles and Mr. Charlie, well Mr. Charlie always treated me like just a part of his extended family. Yet, I digress from the point I wish to make.
Charlie Maxwell was a member of this country’s “Greatest Generation.” While others of his age went to war, it was people like Mr. Charlie that helped develop and deploy the atomic bomb in Oak Ridge, Tenn., which brought the war to closure.
As an instrument technician, Mr. Charlie became widely known in the circles for his work and was affiliated for 50-years with his instrument and controls professional society. In fact, the people at Oak Ridge National Laboratory, where I worked from 1990 thru 1994 remembered Mr. Charlie as much for his easy-going Southern manners as his expertise.
There are some people you meet in your life that just by being around them you gain much insight and knowledge. Mr. Charlie was such a person. He was one of those unique Fathers in my estimation that was easy to be with and understood that children learn through example. He was a teacher in the best sense of the word and simply by knowing him I learned much by watching him live his life.
Charlie Maxwell was one of those unique people who was spiritual not by dogma but by living. His church was the woods and fields. His passions were hunting and fishing and golf for that matter. He was as comfortable communion with his God and Nature on the lakes as he was in the woods in a deer or turkey blind. At 90-years old he was still hunting and taking turkey and deer.
Never one to give up, a valuable and honored trait of the Greatest Generation, Mr. Charlie was diagnosed 18-years ago with pancreatic cancer and for all practical purposes should have left us almost two decades ago. Not so with Mr. Charlie.
Always a strong fighter for what he wanted and believed in as evidenced by his “holding his on” until Bob and Marcia celebrated their 40th anniversary this past October, he defied all odds and gave us a gift of his presence until this past weekend.
Charlie Maxwell I believe was equally a unique person when it came to the relationship with his son Bob. Of this relationship, I must confess, I was envious.
Bob and Mr. Charlie genuinely enjoyed being around one another and doing things together whether that was hunting, fishing, fixing something or just breaking bread and having a good meal. Now as one who never had such a relationship with their Father that was special in my eyes. It is a memory from the deer camp days and an image that I will always cherish. Bob and Mr. Charlie can be proud of such a relationship since it is truly uncommon in today’s society.
Mr. Maxwell always had a firm handshake and a smile for me. He was always soft-spoken and made you feel comfortable. I already miss that.
And when I think of his life and what I knew of it, I believe that the words from a Jimmy Buffett song most appropriately describes the life of Mr. Charlie: Some of life was magic, some of life was tragic, but I had a good life always.
Rest in peace Mr. Charlie and May God bless all your family as they deal with the loss of such a dear person.
Until next time.
Dr. Darryl
L. Darryl Armstrong
ARMSTRONG and Associates
Monday, November 26, 2007
Thoughts on the passing of a Father
Tybee Island, GA. --- “Every father should remember that one day his son will follow his example instead of his advice.”
Mr. Charlie Maxwell died Saturday November 24th. He was in my estimation the only Father I knew that had a truly remarkable relationship with one of his son --- my friend and “brother” Bob Maxwell.
I’ve known Bob since 1973 when I met him and his wife Marcia at a trade show in Nashville, Tenn. In those days they ran Sportsman’s One Stop at the entrance to Land Between The Lakes where I worked. Over the subsequent 35 years I got to know Bob and all his family and refer to him as a truly a “brother I never had.”
Bob and Marcia’s daughters treat us like aunts and uncles and Mr. Charlie, well Mr. Charlie always treated me like just a part of his extended family. Yet, I digress from the point I wish to make.
Charlie Maxwell was a member of this country’s “Greatest Generation.” While others of his age went to war, it was people like Mr. Charlie that helped develop and deploy the atomic bomb in Oak Ridge, Tenn., which brought the war to closure.
As an instrument technician, Mr. Charlie became widely known in the circles for his work and was affiliated for 50-years with his instrument and controls professional society. In fact, the people at Oak Ridge National Laboratory, where I worked from 1990 thru 1994 remembered Mr. Charlie as much for his easy-going Southern manners as his expertise.
There are some people you meet in your life that just by being around them you gain much insight and knowledge. Mr. Charlie was such a person. He was one of those unique Fathers in my estimation that was easy to be with and understood that children learn through example. He was a teacher in the best sense of the word and simply by knowing him I learned much by watching him live his life.
Charlie Maxwell was one of those unique people who was spiritual not by dogma but by living. His church was the woods and fields. His passions were hunting and fishing and golf for that matter. He was as comfortable communion with his God and Nature on the lakes as he was in the woods in a deer or turkey blind. At 90-years old he was still hunting and taking turkey and deer. He learned to shoot a cross bow this past year and was looking forward to trying it out.
Never one to give up, a valuable and honored trait of the Greatest Generation, Mr. Charlie was diagnosed 18-years ago with pancreatic cancer and for all practical purposes should have left us almost two decades ago. Not so with Mr. Charlie.
Always a strong fighter for what he wanted and believed in as evidenced by his “holding his on” until Bob and Marcia celebrated their 40th anniversary this past October, he defied all odds and gave us a gift of his presence until this past weekend.
Charlie Maxwell I believe was equally a unique person when it came to the relationship with his son Bob. Of this relationship, I must confess, I was envious.
Bob and Mr. Charlie genuinely enjoyed being around one another and doing things together whether that was hunting, fishing, fixing something or just breaking bread and having a good meal. Now as one who never had such a relationship with their Father that was special in my eyes. It is a memory from the deer camp days and an image that I will always cherish. Bob and Mr. Charlie can be proud of such a relationship since it is truly uncommon in today’s society.
Mr. Maxwell always had a firm handshake and a smile for me. He was always soft-spoken and made you feel comfortable. I already miss that.
And when I think of his life and what I knew of it, I believe that the words from a Jimmy Buffett song most appropriately describes the life of Mr. Charlie as I knew it looking in: Some of life was magic, some of life was tragic, but I had a good life always.”
Rest in peace Mr. Charlie and May God bless all your family as they deal with the loss of such a dear person.
Until next time.
Mr. Charlie Maxwell died Saturday November 24th. He was in my estimation the only Father I knew that had a truly remarkable relationship with one of his son --- my friend and “brother” Bob Maxwell.
I’ve known Bob since 1973 when I met him and his wife Marcia at a trade show in Nashville, Tenn. In those days they ran Sportsman’s One Stop at the entrance to Land Between The Lakes where I worked. Over the subsequent 35 years I got to know Bob and all his family and refer to him as a truly a “brother I never had.”
Bob and Marcia’s daughters treat us like aunts and uncles and Mr. Charlie, well Mr. Charlie always treated me like just a part of his extended family. Yet, I digress from the point I wish to make.
Charlie Maxwell was a member of this country’s “Greatest Generation.” While others of his age went to war, it was people like Mr. Charlie that helped develop and deploy the atomic bomb in Oak Ridge, Tenn., which brought the war to closure.
As an instrument technician, Mr. Charlie became widely known in the circles for his work and was affiliated for 50-years with his instrument and controls professional society. In fact, the people at Oak Ridge National Laboratory, where I worked from 1990 thru 1994 remembered Mr. Charlie as much for his easy-going Southern manners as his expertise.
There are some people you meet in your life that just by being around them you gain much insight and knowledge. Mr. Charlie was such a person. He was one of those unique Fathers in my estimation that was easy to be with and understood that children learn through example. He was a teacher in the best sense of the word and simply by knowing him I learned much by watching him live his life.
Charlie Maxwell was one of those unique people who was spiritual not by dogma but by living. His church was the woods and fields. His passions were hunting and fishing and golf for that matter. He was as comfortable communion with his God and Nature on the lakes as he was in the woods in a deer or turkey blind. At 90-years old he was still hunting and taking turkey and deer. He learned to shoot a cross bow this past year and was looking forward to trying it out.
Never one to give up, a valuable and honored trait of the Greatest Generation, Mr. Charlie was diagnosed 18-years ago with pancreatic cancer and for all practical purposes should have left us almost two decades ago. Not so with Mr. Charlie.
Always a strong fighter for what he wanted and believed in as evidenced by his “holding his on” until Bob and Marcia celebrated their 40th anniversary this past October, he defied all odds and gave us a gift of his presence until this past weekend.
Charlie Maxwell I believe was equally a unique person when it came to the relationship with his son Bob. Of this relationship, I must confess, I was envious.
Bob and Mr. Charlie genuinely enjoyed being around one another and doing things together whether that was hunting, fishing, fixing something or just breaking bread and having a good meal. Now as one who never had such a relationship with their Father that was special in my eyes. It is a memory from the deer camp days and an image that I will always cherish. Bob and Mr. Charlie can be proud of such a relationship since it is truly uncommon in today’s society.
Mr. Maxwell always had a firm handshake and a smile for me. He was always soft-spoken and made you feel comfortable. I already miss that.
And when I think of his life and what I knew of it, I believe that the words from a Jimmy Buffett song most appropriately describes the life of Mr. Charlie as I knew it looking in: Some of life was magic, some of life was tragic, but I had a good life always.”
Rest in peace Mr. Charlie and May God bless all your family as they deal with the loss of such a dear person.
Until next time.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
The Character of a Man
Tybee Island, Ga. --- It is cold and blustery at the beach today. I couldn’t be any happier. Only the tried and true will remain here over the next few days and then we will be back amongst the natives and the true beach lovers.
Such weather tends to lead me to observe and think. That is one of the vagaries of being a behavioral psychologist.
Today, as we were having a visit and lunch with Jim and Ann Knipe, and their daughter and son-in-law Cheryl and Joe Brinson and their granddaughter 7-month old Chloe, she will turn 8-months old Monday the 26th I was reminded of something that my Grandfather Gunther always told me.
“You can always tell the true heart and character of a person by the way they treat children, dogs and their elders,” he would say.
And that came back to me this day.
You see Joe Brinson used to be a crane operator on the docks of Savannah and years ago became disabled. Now, this Kenny Rogers or Santa Claus “look alike” – depends on the time of the year I suppose when you look at him – would never strike you on first appearance as having the heart of a teddy bear.
You see Joe is just like me. He has never met a meal he didn’t like especially if it had fried shrimp, mashed potatoes, black-eyed peas and corn bread associated with it. He is one of those strapping Southern boys that frankly I would not want to contend with around the truck.
Now we might argue over whose Momma cooked the better corn bread mind you; and we might have some discussion around politicians and how we believe they are all as worthless as “teats on a boar hog” but I doubt that I would want to arm wrestle him.
I quite suspect that we both feel our Mommas were and are saints. And we both knew our Mommas liked Butterfinger miniatures candy bars and could most of the time do no wrong. That is just how us Southern boys are and we are proud of it.
However, it was watching Joe today interact with his granddaughter Chloe that made me wonder if the advice my grandfather gave me all those years ago was what led me to study behavioral psychology in the first place.
Because you see that advice when observed in people has always proven to be right on the money – you can indeed tell the true nature and character of a person’s heart by their interactions with children, dogs and their elders.
You see Chloe is a special grandchild. Oh, I know everybody has “special” grandchildren and surely if you could have had grand kids before you had your children you would have skipped right over to the grandbabies.
However, Chloe truly is special. She was born with a heart defect that will one day have to be repaired but right now it is being controlled with medications. And if there was ever a grandfather who focused time and attention to ensuring that a granddaughter had special attention, love, compassion and care Joe Brinson personifies it.
Before Chloe was born and while his Momma was in the nursing home in her final decline it was Joe Brinson that took it upon himself to get donuts and bring them to the residents and serve them coffee. It was Joe Brinson that to this day despite the fact that his Momma has passed takes time to go by that nursing home to visit.
You see my friends; Joe Brinson is just a good ole Southern boy with this magnificent heart of gold. Now, he would never show you that yet just as my grandfather always said, “watch how he is with children, dogs and his elders” and you will know his true character.
Until next time.
Dr. Darryl
L. Darryl Armstrong
www.ARMSTRONGandAssociates.org
Such weather tends to lead me to observe and think. That is one of the vagaries of being a behavioral psychologist.
Today, as we were having a visit and lunch with Jim and Ann Knipe, and their daughter and son-in-law Cheryl and Joe Brinson and their granddaughter 7-month old Chloe, she will turn 8-months old Monday the 26th I was reminded of something that my Grandfather Gunther always told me.
“You can always tell the true heart and character of a person by the way they treat children, dogs and their elders,” he would say.
And that came back to me this day.
You see Joe Brinson used to be a crane operator on the docks of Savannah and years ago became disabled. Now, this Kenny Rogers or Santa Claus “look alike” – depends on the time of the year I suppose when you look at him – would never strike you on first appearance as having the heart of a teddy bear.
You see Joe is just like me. He has never met a meal he didn’t like especially if it had fried shrimp, mashed potatoes, black-eyed peas and corn bread associated with it. He is one of those strapping Southern boys that frankly I would not want to contend with around the truck.
Now we might argue over whose Momma cooked the better corn bread mind you; and we might have some discussion around politicians and how we believe they are all as worthless as “teats on a boar hog” but I doubt that I would want to arm wrestle him.
I quite suspect that we both feel our Mommas were and are saints. And we both knew our Mommas liked Butterfinger miniatures candy bars and could most of the time do no wrong. That is just how us Southern boys are and we are proud of it.
However, it was watching Joe today interact with his granddaughter Chloe that made me wonder if the advice my grandfather gave me all those years ago was what led me to study behavioral psychology in the first place.
Because you see that advice when observed in people has always proven to be right on the money – you can indeed tell the true nature and character of a person’s heart by their interactions with children, dogs and their elders.
You see Chloe is a special grandchild. Oh, I know everybody has “special” grandchildren and surely if you could have had grand kids before you had your children you would have skipped right over to the grandbabies.
However, Chloe truly is special. She was born with a heart defect that will one day have to be repaired but right now it is being controlled with medications. And if there was ever a grandfather who focused time and attention to ensuring that a granddaughter had special attention, love, compassion and care Joe Brinson personifies it.
Before Chloe was born and while his Momma was in the nursing home in her final decline it was Joe Brinson that took it upon himself to get donuts and bring them to the residents and serve them coffee. It was Joe Brinson that to this day despite the fact that his Momma has passed takes time to go by that nursing home to visit.
You see my friends; Joe Brinson is just a good ole Southern boy with this magnificent heart of gold. Now, he would never show you that yet just as my grandfather always said, “watch how he is with children, dogs and his elders” and you will know his true character.
Until next time.
Dr. Darryl
L. Darryl Armstrong
www.ARMSTRONGandAssociates.org
Friday, November 23, 2007
Giving Thanks - From Lynn Beckman
My colleague, former student, and dear friend shared this Thanksgiving Blessing with us ...
Today I am so truly thankful for so many things.
I have been blessed in so many ways.
I am thankful for the wonderful country I live in, and for all its many heroes.
I am thankful for my wonderful family and friends.
They are my greatest blessing.
I am thankful for the creatures that are put on earth for us all.
They teach us so much, unconditional love, loyalty, and understanding.
I ask that all who suffer with illness have this day free from pain.
I am thankful for all who have tables filled with food and someone to share it with.
And for those that have no family or food,
Lord, I ask that You comfort them.
I am thankful for the time I had with my loved ones
that have gone on to be with You.
They shall always be loved and greatly missed.
I am thankful for allowing me to have love and understanding in my heart.
It is these many blessings that make my humble life happy and fulfilled.
Amen
We hope your Thanksgiving was blessed with love, peace and grace.
Today I am so truly thankful for so many things.
I have been blessed in so many ways.
I am thankful for the wonderful country I live in, and for all its many heroes.
I am thankful for my wonderful family and friends.
They are my greatest blessing.
I am thankful for the creatures that are put on earth for us all.
They teach us so much, unconditional love, loyalty, and understanding.
I ask that all who suffer with illness have this day free from pain.
I am thankful for all who have tables filled with food and someone to share it with.
And for those that have no family or food,
Lord, I ask that You comfort them.
I am thankful for the time I had with my loved ones
that have gone on to be with You.
They shall always be loved and greatly missed.
I am thankful for allowing me to have love and understanding in my heart.
It is these many blessings that make my humble life happy and fulfilled.
Amen
We hope your Thanksgiving was blessed with love, peace and grace.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Giving thanks
Tybee Island, Georgia --- The sun has hidden itself behind gray clouds and there are periodic sprinkles of rain yet I could not be more thankful this Thanksgiving.
We had a good deer hunt at the farm this year. Marvin got him a 9 point buck. Two new and dear friends Bill and Matt got meat. Jeremy got to hunt. Mitch and Richard, Elmer and Logan, Farrin and Bennie all enjoyed the event. Logan, Elmer's 4-year old grandson actually grunted up his first buck for Elmer.
My friends are all well. Traci remains healthy and is having good checkups. My next checkup is January and I am feeling just fine. Kay came through her surgery and has recovered nicely.
Sadly, my Brother Bob is in the process of watching his Dad pass over this Thanksgiving and yet we all acknowledge and understand the cycle of life. Watching our parents move over is not easy even if we are prepared for it and I suspect that we never are.
Today, I am thankful for having dear friends such as Ann and Jim Knipe here at Tybee,who have invited me and Kay into their family, my own loving family, abundance beyond my expectations and for the privilege of living in the land of the free and the home of the brave --- a cliche for some --- a way of life for many of us.
May your Thanksgiving be as blessed as ours and May God Bless you and your family. May God Bless our troops and their families and keep them safe as well.
Until next time.
Dr. Darryl
L. Darryl Armstrong
ARMSTRONG and Associates
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We had a good deer hunt at the farm this year. Marvin got him a 9 point buck. Two new and dear friends Bill and Matt got meat. Jeremy got to hunt. Mitch and Richard, Elmer and Logan, Farrin and Bennie all enjoyed the event. Logan, Elmer's 4-year old grandson actually grunted up his first buck for Elmer.
My friends are all well. Traci remains healthy and is having good checkups. My next checkup is January and I am feeling just fine. Kay came through her surgery and has recovered nicely.
Sadly, my Brother Bob is in the process of watching his Dad pass over this Thanksgiving and yet we all acknowledge and understand the cycle of life. Watching our parents move over is not easy even if we are prepared for it and I suspect that we never are.
Today, I am thankful for having dear friends such as Ann and Jim Knipe here at Tybee,who have invited me and Kay into their family, my own loving family, abundance beyond my expectations and for the privilege of living in the land of the free and the home of the brave --- a cliche for some --- a way of life for many of us.
May your Thanksgiving be as blessed as ours and May God Bless you and your family. May God Bless our troops and their families and keep them safe as well.
Until next time.
Dr. Darryl
L. Darryl Armstrong
ARMSTRONG and Associates
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Thursday, November 15, 2007
It’s cold tonight in Kentucky
It’s cold in Kentucky tonight. But it is a comfortable 101 degrees in the hot tub. I have just come in from sitting out there looking at the stars and enjoying the crispness of the approaching winter and enjoying a Bourbon on the rocks.
Lake Barkley is quiet tonight. The Interstate is also quiet. Sometimes it’s not very quiet when the wind and atmosphere is just right it can be down right noisy.
My “boys” are now all in the office. Stimpy, the wolf dog named for a cat, is sound asleep. Little Bit, the Bischon is curled up next to him. Max, the Alaskan Malamute is “talking” to me about wanting a bone or something to chew on.
My dogs are among my best friends. It has been said that if you have three good friends in your life you are lucky.
One of my best friends Bert, my ole-hunting buddy, died on me. I still miss him after six years. We are in the middle of hunting season right now. After all these years I am trying to revive the tradition that I had for 35-years. I keep trying. Maybe one day it will work again.
For sure my boys – especially Stimpy -- are my best friends. They never judge me. They never are at a loss to comfort me when I need it most. Stimpy kept me from committing suicide – it is that simple. I wouldn’t be here today writing this without the “ole man” and I am grateful for that.
And I am grateful for Chuck Howell, an old TVA friend, for sending me this video and if you are a dog lover I believe you will enjoy it as much as I did. See it below.
Until next time.
Dr. Darryl
L. Darryl Armstrong
ARMSTRONG and Associates
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Lake Barkley is quiet tonight. The Interstate is also quiet. Sometimes it’s not very quiet when the wind and atmosphere is just right it can be down right noisy.
My “boys” are now all in the office. Stimpy, the wolf dog named for a cat, is sound asleep. Little Bit, the Bischon is curled up next to him. Max, the Alaskan Malamute is “talking” to me about wanting a bone or something to chew on.
My dogs are among my best friends. It has been said that if you have three good friends in your life you are lucky.
One of my best friends Bert, my ole-hunting buddy, died on me. I still miss him after six years. We are in the middle of hunting season right now. After all these years I am trying to revive the tradition that I had for 35-years. I keep trying. Maybe one day it will work again.
For sure my boys – especially Stimpy -- are my best friends. They never judge me. They never are at a loss to comfort me when I need it most. Stimpy kept me from committing suicide – it is that simple. I wouldn’t be here today writing this without the “ole man” and I am grateful for that.
And I am grateful for Chuck Howell, an old TVA friend, for sending me this video and if you are a dog lover I believe you will enjoy it as much as I did. See it below.
Until next time.
Dr. Darryl
L. Darryl Armstrong
ARMSTRONG and Associates
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Tuesday, November 13, 2007
DUI TENNESSEE STYLE
From my friend Chuck Howell, who formerly worked in this county in Tennessee.
Only a person in Tennessee could think of this...
From the county where drunk driving is considered a sport, comes this true story. Recently a routine police patrol parked outside a bar in Lebanon, TN after last call the officer noticed a man leaving the bar so apparently intoxicated that he could barely walk. The man stumbled around the parking lot for a few minutes, with the officer quietly observing. After what seemed an eternity in which he tried his keys on five different vehicles, the man managed to find his car and fall into it. He sat there for a few minutes as a number of other patrons left the bar and drove off.
Finally he started the car, switched the wipers on and off--it was a fine, dry summer night--flicked the blinkers on and off a couple of times, honked the horn and then switched o n the lights. He moved the vehicle forward a few inches, reversed a little and then remained still for a few more minutes as some more of the other patrons' vehicles left. At last, when his was the only car left in the parking lot, he pulled out and drove slowly down the road. The police officer, having waited patiently all this time, now started up his patrol car, put on the flashing lights, promptly pulled the man over and administered a breathalyzer test.
To his amazement, the breathalyzer indicated no evidence that the man had consumed any alcohol at all! Dumbfounded, the officer said, I'll have to ask you to accompany me to the sheriffs’ office. This breathalyzer equipment must be broken."
"I doubt it," said the truly proud non-drinker.
"Tonight I'm the designated decoy. Everyone who was drunk already left while you were waiting for me to pull out of the parking lot."
Until next time.
Dr. Darryl
L. Darryl Armstrong
ARMSTRONG and Associates
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Only a person in Tennessee could think of this...
From the county where drunk driving is considered a sport, comes this true story. Recently a routine police patrol parked outside a bar in Lebanon, TN after last call the officer noticed a man leaving the bar so apparently intoxicated that he could barely walk. The man stumbled around the parking lot for a few minutes, with the officer quietly observing. After what seemed an eternity in which he tried his keys on five different vehicles, the man managed to find his car and fall into it. He sat there for a few minutes as a number of other patrons left the bar and drove off.
Finally he started the car, switched the wipers on and off--it was a fine, dry summer night--flicked the blinkers on and off a couple of times, honked the horn and then switched o n the lights. He moved the vehicle forward a few inches, reversed a little and then remained still for a few more minutes as some more of the other patrons' vehicles left. At last, when his was the only car left in the parking lot, he pulled out and drove slowly down the road. The police officer, having waited patiently all this time, now started up his patrol car, put on the flashing lights, promptly pulled the man over and administered a breathalyzer test.
To his amazement, the breathalyzer indicated no evidence that the man had consumed any alcohol at all! Dumbfounded, the officer said, I'll have to ask you to accompany me to the sheriffs’ office. This breathalyzer equipment must be broken."
"I doubt it," said the truly proud non-drinker.
"Tonight I'm the designated decoy. Everyone who was drunk already left while you were waiting for me to pull out of the parking lot."
Until next time.
Dr. Darryl
L. Darryl Armstrong
ARMSTRONG and Associates
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