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Even though I said I would sit out this discussion, your message deserves a reply.
You are absolutely correct about my behavior when you first appeared in these threads (I'll let RoadDog speak for himself.), although I don't think I ever called you un-American. (That just wouldn't make sense.) However, I called you much worse, not only in these threads, but in a couple of flaming emails as well.
That behavior was totally unacceptable, completely unprofessional, and only served to present me, not you, in a negative light. If I failed to do so in the past, I apoligize for my completely unwarranted behavior. And rest assured, I punished myself by writing 100 times on the blackboard (actually it was a whiteboard), "I will never be rude to Colin Luck again. I will never be rude to Colin Luck again. I will never be rude........" You see, back when I was in grammar school, the nuns used to make us do that when we misbehaved. Of course, that was only after they rapped our knuckles with that stupid yard stick a few times. So if I need to be subjected to the second half of my punishment, I will rap my own knuckles with one of those stupid yard sticks. (I must have one around here someplace.)
Those flaming sessions seem like they took place a long time ago, however, and that dirty water has long passed under the bridge, at least I think it has. In the case of our Canadian friend, by contrast, the ashes left over from those flames are still well within sight of the bridge. Given time, perhaps those too will have floated down-stream far enough to become insignificant, as I trust is the case with us.
P.S. As an additional punishment, I'll promise to sing "Waltzing Matilda" all day.
Once a jolly swagman sat beside the billabong,
Under the shade of a coolibah tree,
And he sang as he sat and waited by the billabong
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me
Waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me
And he sang as he sat and waited by the billabong
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me.
Down came a jumbuck to drink beside the billabong
Up jumped the swagman and seized him with glee
And he sang as he tucked jumbuck in his tuckerbag
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me
Waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me
And he sang as he sat and waited by the billabong
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me.
Down came the stockman, riding on his thoroughbred,
Down came the troopers, one, two, three.
"Where's the jolly jumbuck you've got in your tuckerbag?
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me
Waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me
And he sang as he sat and waited by the billabong
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me.
Up jumped the swagman and plunged into the billabong,
"You'll never catch me alive," cried he
And his ghost may be heard as you ride beside the billabong,
You'll come a waltzing matilda with me.
Regards from up over.......