Dang, I'm having one of them Déjà vu moments and I can't quite place it .....
oh, yeah ....... it was the fall of 1954 ..... little Joat was in the first grade ..... and the teacher announced ..... tomorrow is "show and tell" ...... and I said ..... "what the h#ll" .... "I'm more of a doer than a shower or a teller" ....
And little Joat went home ....... and Joat's mother said, "Joat, tell 'em about your great grandmother pulling fish out of the pond with her cane pole and a night crawler, and how that big old catfish stung her" .... "shucks, mom" .... "No way in h#ll I'm going to talk about something I observed, it's gotta be about something I did" ..... and Joat's mom said "Little Joat, you are spot on, wise beyond your years" .... and I said .... "Thanks Mom, but I owe to you and Dad because you two taught me to be a doer, and not a watcher"
Those were the days my friend,
Joat