A fellow who used to come into the barbershop I went to was one of the “penguins” in the camp. They were the guys who disposed of the dirt through the legs of their pants. He was a great guy. One day I was in there and he brought some material in from a reunion that Procter & Gamble had sponsored and included was a really slick bit of literature, sort of what we used to pick up at the car shows. This though gave detailed explanations of everything these guys did. He allowed me to borrow it and take it home and just promise to bring it back the following week. He was a great guy.
On a side note, I just received a note from my German cousin that she had to evacuate their house in Ettlingen, basically at the northern part of the Black Forest, because less than a minute’s walk from the house there was an unexploded bomb, a really big one, found at a construction site. Pretty damned interesting. I was just there last month and I walked around the construction site where the bomb was found.
YIKES!