I believe high fives should be reserved for game changing homers, not every homer, but ones that reverse a downward slide. My sons and I are not guys that high five lightly.
The first minute all we see is the sailboat's flashing beacon. The voices you hear belong to my son, my daughter-in-law, my wife and me. At the 1:10 minute mark you can see the sailor and you will hear my wife scream as she mistakenly thinks the sailboat is about to tip over. You can hear how heavy the rain is coming down.
At 3:30 this morning I awoke from the shaking of the Norwegian Dawn as it was backing up against heavy winds and torrential rains. I went out on the veranda and saw spotlights on a small sailboat that looked on the verge of overturning.
When Muslims were being ethnically cleansed in Kosovo, who came to their rescue? Saudi Arabia, Iran, Pakistan? No, America. This is how Muslims show gratitude: by planning attacks against America.
I was living in a dorm in the Place Pigalle, the notorious Red Light district of Paris. When I wasn't in school, I would sit in cafes and absorb local color, browse through book stores or museums or catch a movie at the cinema. These usually turned out to be American flicks dubbed in French with English sub-titles.
I'm not a UFO whacko, but what you are about to read actually happened, every word is true. This is not a joke, nor am I pulling your leg.
Here's an interesting meme: where one indicates what one has done in bold. I have added another dimension to the meme where I link to a blog entry describing the circumstance of the item done. At present, I have done more than 60% of the items on the list.
