Thursday, February 10, 2011

The Luckiest Man In The World

He is a freshwater sailor, has skied all over Europe, enjoys both country and western music, and prefers Van Gogh to all other impressionists.  Eclectic both in his politics and his pursuits, he is an eternal optimist despite reading the doom and gloom of Roubini, Rosenberg and Faber, and is a huge fan of Seinfeld.  He likes his woman brown-eyed, demure, brunette and petite - and exclusively of Croatian-Italian ancestry from Taber.  Equipped with uncanny B.S. detectors, he can see through any religion or wonder treatment in a split-second.  Even-tempered but not beyond the judicious loss of same when it can be effective, he is a law-and-order type to the bone.  And right-wing of Atilla The Hun, he is nevertheless a S.N.A.G. in more ways than you can imagine.  A fertile mind in a ravaged body, he's happy with his lot in life and justly proud of his progeny.  Equally at home at with Shakespeare or Darwin, he still loves to drive his John Deere and F-150 with Big Ray, Willie or Pavarotti blaring, to willfully get dirt under his fingernails, and to play eight-ball on Friday nights with old friends.  Never a teatotaller - yet inclined to temperance during the week - it may be said that he enjoys a libation (or two) occasionally.  And, of course, a lover of the English language is he.  Who is he?  He is the luckiest man in the world to see sixty!